Tuesday 9th December
Today I go back to school, having taken last week off. I find it difficult, trying to keep my emotions in check, and hoping to appear ‘normal’. I am stopped by two members of staff, who offer their support and good wishes. I almost crumble, but just manage to hold it together. Outwardly nothing seems to be amiss, but inside I am faltering, forever thinking of my son, soon to start his second round of chemotherapy.
The hospital ring in the afternoon letting us know they have a bed available tonight. So he and my husband will be going in between 7pm / 8pm. I really thought it wasn’t going to happen today!!! Son is ok about it. Well, happy-ish.