Angels

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Time stands still...or so it feels...

I know this is how the last round felt. I know mum and dad have been a little overly optimistic about my recovery period. I cannot blame them really. Round two I was in the hotel for 23 days, 8 of which were chemo days. Round three, I only had 5 chemo days. So it is only natural to be presumptuous and think that I may be out 3 days early, say 20 days. Coupled with the fact I have had no infections to speak of (yes, I am currently touching wood as I type this) except for the first day when I spiked a fever and developed the "pizza topping" like rash on my shiny head.

Looking back....in video

Mum and dad have a YouTube page. Not that they keep it up to date by any means with footage from family life.  Anyway, I was busy watching some of the videos they had posted and nearly wet myself with this one old video clip of me as a baby, way back when. This is our one cat, Wakame, named after mum's favourite sushi joint in Cape Town.

Halfway

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Well, so much for the regular updates! You cannot really blame me though.  Apparently time flies when you are having fun.  I certainly have been having quite a lot of fun of late!

The light shines bright!

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Spring is certainly in the London air. It seems the changing of the seasons brought around some change for me too.  Apologies for the lack of updates recently, but I have been rather a busy little bee.  

Where did we end off? Oh yes, there was the talk of getting to go home for the weekend.  Well, not only did I get home for the weekend, I was allowed to stay home for an entire week! 

Mum and Granny got the good news in the morning, and next thing I knew, they were packing up all the well wishing cards, feet collages and my artwork which decorated my room.  When dad arrived to collect us, he was even offered a trolley by one of the kitchen staff to help lug everything down to the car.  It is amazing how much "stuff" (mum calls it) you can collect in six weeks.

Drum roll please...

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Good news at last!  A full seven day week since my blood started boiling, my temperature has returned to normal.  Unfortunately though, it seems the white coats were not too happy with the pictures they took of my chest, and they have grounded me.  I don't know why. I really did try and smile.  I remember dad telling me a story about when he was little and got into trouble with his Grandad for pulling a silly face during a big family photograph. Seems typical of my dad to be clowning around like that. I think my big sister has picked up on his traits, but I am still an angel.  Interestingly enough, apparently dad's Grandad went to sleep with Leukaemia. I wonder what type he had.

Is no news really good news?

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So it has been about a week since I updated my little page.  I promise I have not been lazy.  I wish that were the case.  As the title questions, is no news always a sign of good news?  Right now, to me, it isn't.  Things really were on the up.  Last week Friday and Saturday I was almost back to my best. Running wild up and down the corridors, really stamping my authority on the place! Mum and dad did their swap over on the Friday, and Saturday dad and I just had a cool day together.  Dad wore his French rugby top again.  I think he wants me to support the French too as he was getting me to cheer and high five whenever the French scored.  Maybe I am French, because as the game played on, and the French were clearly losing, I started to get really irritable.  In fact, I felt as though my blood was boiling! Surely I am not such a staunch supporter of Les Bleus?

Departures

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So I had a bitter sweet day this week.  One of my new friends, Seamus (that's Irish and pronounced Shaymus), left the hotel.  Bitter because I will miss him dearly.  He is a real live wire and before I moved in, totally owned the place! He is a bit older than me, almost 4, and like me, was diagnosed with a variation of AML.  He had to stay in this hotel for 5months exactly.  Sweet, because he has left and won't need to come back for a long time.  Not that it is bad here, but he was really missing his brother and sister at home.