This time last year we were
waiting for an ambulance to take us from Airedale
General Hosiptial to St James Hospital with Alex's
life hanging in the balance. We were numb, I think. I
remember not being able to say the word "leukaemia"
to my parents on the phone, I had to hand it to
Kirsten to explain what was happening.
incredible to see Alex complaining that the candles
will not blow out on his birthday cake (joke candles
that relight!) and watching him and Tom wrestling on
the floor, throwing cushions at each other and us.
Both lads have so much energy. I'm reminded every day
of what he went through by the scars on his chest
from the Hickman lines.
work has just begun. My Dad says the first 33 years
are the worst. Last year it was the first 32.
We have been in-touch with a few old friends
from hospital and it's great to hear that Rebecca is
doing so well after a few scary moments. She looked
energetic and beautiful at Tom and Alex's birthday
party on Saturday. Rebecca was diagnosed and admitted
to St James's Hospital just before Alex was ejected
for not being poorly enough. Her treatment is over
and is now back to driving her parents, brother and
sister mad in the usual ways.
Alex a few weeks before his
1st birthday and being diagnosed.