The thing I've been scared about all through J having his chemotherapy (apart from the obvious chemo not working, dying stuff that we don't mention) has been him getting an infection and needing hospitalising. I don't know why I was so terrified, all sorts of reasons really - the logistics of getting him there, child care etc and also being there, the grimness of it in those wards and the fear of him getting a far worse infection in there. So we washed and we detoled and we bleached. And miracle of miracles he didn't get ill the whole 6 months and neither did we. With primary age children that really is a miracle.
Anyway 3 weeks post chemo the lurgy has now arrived and annoyingly it was me that brought it to the house. I think last time I wrote it was Friday and we were going visitng my parents for the weekend, I was excited but I also had a sore throat. And by the time we got there I was a mess, full of a stinking, streaming, horrible cold. We did all the stuff we were going to do but instead of great joy it became just something else to get through and endure :-( Also at my mum and dad's there isn't a spare room so I couldn;t get my germy self away from J.
So here we are on the following Friday, and I have recovered nicely but J is sneezing heavily. We are unsure as to whether he needs to be worried about being ill at this point so we're just monitoring the situation. He's drinking gallons of water, mainlining tangerines and rubbing his chest with vicks at regular intervals. Hope it goes as quickly as it did with me, if it does, that celebration could finally be on the cards....
