It’s been a long time since I last posted – but take it from me, no news is good news! George’s bloods have maintained really well over the past months with all our hospital visits being routine only. He’s still enjoying going to school and his daily chemo and trips to theatre for spinal chemo are just part of our routine now.
This time last year Make a Wish Foundation confirmed they wanted to grant George a wish. At the time we weren’t ready to accept their offer due to George still receiving very intense chemotherapy and still being too poorly. The lovely volunteers from Make a Wish had come out to our house to chat to George about his wishes which included an ice cream off the ice cream van and to visit the local fire station….! the guys from Make a Wish giggled with us and said they often get this kind of request but really try to make it a once in a lifetime experience for the little ones.
They asked George some questions and through water parks, ice cream, santa, snow, Lego, slides, fire engines and aeroplanes, they came up with three wishes and left to speak to their head office about which one they could make work. Not long after, we received a letter confirming they’d like to send George on an aeroplane to a sunny destination where he can go on water slides and eat ice cream to his hearts content.
It was an emotional time and whilst still facing a few hurdles I don’t think any of us could really imagine being in a position to leave the country. We postponed his wish until 2017 so that we could gauge what life in “maintenance” would be like for us.
And so here we are…. I opened the full itinerary this week from George’s Wish pack and had a little cry – firstly at just how personal and special they’ve made it, and secondly with relief. Relief of how far we’ve come and that he’s so well, we’re actually comfortable with going!
I’ve had to scrape the kids off the ceiling this evening to get them to sleep as we head to Portugal tomorrow morning (if there are any thieves reading this, my house will occupied, I have eyes everywhere and we have a guard cockerpoo who will eat you for her breakfast).
I’ll be honest I’ve had moments of guilt at times, and even considered not sharing our positive news. I felt like we shouldn’t be accepting this at all while George is functioning so well at the moment. But then I look at all his beads of courage, every one of them representing needles, anaesthetic, doses of chemotherapy, port access, hospital stays, steroids, scans, tests and more… groups of colours or shapes of beads that I remember are from the times that I never want to visit again – the ambulance, when the pain relief wasn’t working, when I sat in my living room questioning whether he could breathe properly, feeling scared and isolated and more recently the moment relapse was being investigated…. I can’t even put into words how that really felt. What I can say though is it’s all more than anyone should have to endure in a lifetime, never mind a little boy in the space of a year.
So after all my baby has been through, he deserves this, we all do. His Beads of Courage are going to continue to grow for another couple of years yet – so we’re off to make a little boy’s wish come true – and we will all enjoy every last minute… wouldn’t you?
Sorry for the harsh titles of these blogs sometimes! I’m trying to use keywords so that other families with children with cancer can find us on Google if they’re looking for positive stories.
Latest hospital visit
We’re due an update as it’s been a while hasn’t it. It’s been quiet as I’ve been a busy little bee and George’s is on top form considering, so we’ve not been in hospital for sickness, just routine appointments – go George!
We went into Oncology at Alder Hey earlier this week after school for George to have bloods taken which were then discussed at his appointment on Wednesday. Barry (the port) was given a flush to prevent him clotting up, which was a good reflection of how well George has been – it’s usually accessed more regularly because he falls ill before it ever needs flushing.
The doctor mentioned this week that George’s neutrophils are quite high at the moment. The average Joe’s neutrophils sit between 4 and 11 but George’s need to be around 1 so that the doctors know his bone marrow is suppressed. His neuts are 3.8 right now so it’s a sign his bone marrow has started fighting something off (any virus or infection), or he needs his chemo dosage increasing. We’ve got another two weeks to see what the next move is.
What else is new… Sugar has had a hair cut…. oh and Harriet’s a vegetarian! that news has come as no surprise to a few of my friends. One day she just refused to eat “an actual chicken’s leg!?” as she put it. She’s never had an issue with meat until now… now she’s guilt tripping us all over eating defenceless animals. In her words “it’s like eating Sugar” – our pet dog. I get her point. To be fair to her, I admire the fact she’s made the choice herself, no one she knows is a veggie, she’s doing it purely because of how she feels. She knows her own mind this one.
Giving up work whilst George received treatment
As you all know, I stopped teaching my antenatal classes a few weeks after George’s diagnosis. This decision didn’t come easy, but it was the only way forward. The classes could be quite emotionally demanding and I got to the point where I felt my ladies weren’t getting the best of me anymore. Obviously they all thought I was completely mad still teaching whilst George had just been diagnosed with leukaemia…. maybe I was! I just thought it might help to keep in a positive place.
Anyway, no regrets on that front, I was released from a restrictive contract and free from the monthly payments to the franchise. I could relax and look after my children when they needed me the most. It was during those periods when George was an inpatient, and we were juggling Oliver and Harriet too, I couldn’t imagine being in a place where I could consider working again – and I’d previously only worked 12 hours a week tops!.
Ready to get back to work whilst treatment continues
Twelve months or so later and I know that I’m ready to get back in the game….not ‘on’ the game… those days are behind me 😉 There’s approximately 2 and a half years of daily chemotherapy and theatre for spinal chemo every few months but now we have our routines in place, I feel like there’s a little opening for me to get some of myself back. School are now well versed on what they’re looking out for, we know which friends we can rely on if we’re rushing to hospital and we understand the drill once we’re there.
We all know I love a good chat, I also enjoy helping other people and given my 4 years experience working with pregnant ladies, things are pointing in the same direction. I have had a chat with my friends in the local maternity services and the birthy world and found out that, you know what? I can do something birthy myself! I’m a qualified complementary therapist, and have now trained in a method of delivering antenatal workshops called Hypnobirthing. I have now set up my own birth programme and called it Birth Geek.
I have lots of ideas for Birth Geek, but for now am not going to bite off more than I can chew. I’m running antenatal workshops on a Sunday in Warrington, Lymm and Knutsford and offering mobile pregnancy massage a few days a week while the children are in school. I’ve loved getting my teeth into designing my own website… and final branding is almost there, do take a look.
Not lost the plot yet….
And so a new chapter is beginning, one I never envisaged even 6 months ago – working whilst my child is receiving treatment for cancer!? but look, anything’s possible. I’m just going to keep mindful of keeping a good balance. Given I’ve not been sectioned so far, something is obviously working for us! Celebrating every small achievement, every milestone, taking nothing for granted and living life to the full is not about to change.
George is fine… great in fact! after a few scary days in Alder Hey, he was back to his old self, his MRI was clear and we’ve had Christmas at home. Just wanted to thank my wonderful little sister, Shannon, for coming to the rescue wrapping the last of the kids presents while we were in hospital. Thank you for also holding my hand around Tesco at stupid o’clock the night before Christmas Eve on your one day off over the whole festive period.
Thank you to our friends who as per usual picked me up, gave support, provided food and even offered Christmas dinner!
We’ve had stints in hospital over the past few months, treatment is ongoing and George is doing really well at the moment. Parents evening confirmed he’s shining as brightly as everyone else. By the sounds of things, receiving daily chemotherapy doesn’t seem to be affecting school life for him too much other than his low immunity.
George goes into theatre under general anaestethic next week for spinal chemotherapy to be administered via lumbar puncture. We were lucky in that the doctor allowed us to adjust his schedule to bring the procedure forward, otherwise he was booked in for this on December 28th…
Here’s a dull fact for you. Since my remotely-stable adult life began, I’ve collected Christmas decorations from nice places I’ve visited. I’ve got the baubles for the years the kids were born plus festive ornaments from various holidays and special places we’ve been. I like to decorate the tree with the kids and tell them the stories behind each one.
Bear in mind I have the three children, and we all know how kids like a homemade decoration! be it a creepy looking Santa or Rudolph the red nosed turd with sticks in, it wouldn’t be Christmas without some indistinguishable handmade creations coming home from school.
Over the years, in a tangle of Christmas lights, I’ve told the deep and meaningful stories behind our mismatched decs, and cooed over the cute homemade creepy angels. Then discreetly shoved them deep into the Christmas tree out of sight so not to clash with Christmas colour scheme. Ho ho ho!
The Shitmas Tree
Well this year, as we all know, is a very different Christmas for our family. This year we had a sharp reminder how we should be embracing every dam minute with our children, and proudly displaying every ugly decoration they’ve lovingly created. I’ve bought a little tree that sits in the window, proudly dressed in all the decorations the kids have ever made and all the baubles I’ve collected from our travels… the unique little tree tells a story in itself. This year we have our Shitmas tree!
Now I’m not saying the tree or it’s decs are shite. The collective noun for lots of random things where I come from is ‘shit’. “Get your shit together” “pick all that shit up off the floor”… and so our Shitmas tree has been born.
The L word
Life has thrown some huge challenges at us this year, it began unfolding last Christmas with George falling ill and subsequently being diagnosed with Leukaemia. Followers of my blog from back in the beginning will have witnessed what a roller coaster it has been.
Like many people who receive a cancer diagnosis, battling through can be a huge awakening for many. It’s understandable what a change the diagnosis makes to your outlook on life, at the end of the day, it feels like a second chance has been given. Certainly for us with a childhood cancer diagnosis, our perspective has been completely altered – we know what real fear is and anything else just seems like nothing to really get in a tizz about.
I have come to realise that without life challenges, you never really know what you’re capable of – as an individual, or as a family unit. Of course, never in a million years would I have wanted this lesson to have been learnt through my children’s suffering but alas, this is the card we were dealt. Now I’m not going to get all philosophical on you, or worse still start posting crap memes, I just want to share what I’ve learnt about life in the past 12 months.
Lessons this year:
I’ve learnt that children are bloody resilient I can tell you now George will be itching to get back to school with his friends following theatre next week. I however will need to lie down afterwards!
I learnt that there are always people with a bigger struggle than me Every day i’m reminded that so far we’ve gotten off lightly. Yes, in comparison to Gertrude and her child with a snotty nose, we have had it hard, but honestly things could be much more challenging. We hear of, and follow, fellow oncology children whose treatment isn’t working, or where the bastard cancer has come back…. every couple of weeks there’s another.
I learnt what true friendship is. It’s someone holding your hand walking around Sainsbury’s the day before Christmas Eve to make sure you have some kind of Christmas dinner. It’s coming home from the oncology ward where your child is a patient to find your friends cleaning your house, your neighbours delivering Chinese food, and there’s a bottle of wine in a mop bucket. It’s people travelling out of their way, when they have their own families, jobs to get to, just to come and see if you and your child are ok. It’s company, chats and laughter in the face of adversity. It’s knowing your other children are completely happy and well looked after in the hands of someone else.
I learnt that I’m doing a pretty good job of parenting. I manage to feed them, get them to school, encourage them and I try to make sure that their emotional well being is my priority – not having the latest technology, the most expensive trainers… but that stuff inside that you can’t pay for is looked after. I learnt that it bothers my children more if I can’t collect them from school, or tuck them in bed at night more than anything else, because all they need is to feel loved.
I learnt what community spirit is. Without the challenges we’ve faced this year, how would we have known what beautiful hearts we’re surrounded by in our local community. It provides great comfort knowing we’re a part of it.
I learnt it’s best to hide some people’s profiles on social media rather than punching them in the face. Some people are shallow, some people are greedy, selfish, ignorant to the world… we can’t all be the same but we can ‘hide’ their profiles so not to be bombarded with their ‘shit’ day in day out.
I learnt that there are so many more kind people out there than mean people. Seriously, it’s part of our culture to assume everyone else is an arse, however through experience, this is not the case. Most people are decent.
I learnt that nurses do not get paid enough. Comforting myself and my son in the middle of the night, so many thankless tasks and skilled procedures…. these people deserve to be the highest salaries in the country.
I learnt more about my (now) husband this year than in all the years previously added together. And not in a bad way! Nothing like a testing time to bring you together with a new found respect for one another.
I learnt to smile and laugh with other parents on a children’s oncology ward. Who’d have thought it?
Cancer doesn’t choose Everyone is equal. There’s travelling families, families who don’t speak a word of English, families who clearly don’t have a pot to piss in and those who look like they’re shitting money – but none of it is relevant.
I learnt to be brave. Not much more I need to say about that.
There’s more I could add but it’ starting to feel like i’m in therapy!
Get the tissues
So back to the Shitmas tree… given all of the above, as well as our decoration marking the year we became Mr & Mrs Rooza, the most poignant decorations for us to reflect on there are George’s Beads of Courage. They loop the tree twice and are probably going to be double the length by next Christmas with the treatment that lies ahead. I’ve also added a shooting star decoration which we’re calling the ‘wishing star’… it’s for all of our little oncology friends who are putting up their fight, who still have some tough times ahead and their families that are in our thoughts.
Proudly on the front of the tree are some Angel Wings. These are to remind us of the children we’ve met, and their mummies and daddies who are without them this Christmas…
This year will be our best Christmas ever, we’re stronger, we appreciate the time we have together. We’ll be eating whatever food we concoct without any meticulous planning, the kids will receive the gifts we can afford and keeping out of Alder Hey will be a bonus! I will NOT being doing stress….
I hope you all have some form of Shitmas in your home this Christmas, if not a tree, I hope the sentiment is there anyway.
Just in case you were wondering if we all sing carols and hold hands of an evening now here’s a reality check –
Damien is currently sat stitching tinsel onto George’s Angel Fairy Ballerina costume and it’s 10pm, the night before it’s due in.
I won’t lie, as well as the shitmas tree I still have a 7ft Christmas tree in the other room with a <patronising tone> colour-scheme
The dog released it’s anal glands the other day after getting its head stuck in a plant pot holder and the house still smells of fish.
Sugar had her uterus removed yesterday and is walking around in a babygro to stop her chewing her stitches. It requires me to undo her arse buttons every time she needs to go to the toilet. About a hundred times a day.
Merry Christmas one and all.
Note: I know a few of our friends follow All about Erin and helped fundraise for her to get to America for life-saving treatment. We’re also supporting Jenson’s Journey, another little boy from Warrington who has leukaemia now after battling lymphoma over the last few years… so unfair, I know his family would appreciate your support – you can like his page here.
Last week George officially moved on to a part of maintenance that allows us to spend less time at the hospital. We still have to visit just as much as he still needs his blood tests, but we don’t need to hang around as much for consultant appointments. Appointments with the doctor are still fortnightly but we now have every other appointment over the phone. We discuss George’s blood test results, how he’s been in himself and they then tell us what chemo dose to adjust to…. feels like a lot of responsibility but really, we’re writing on a document what the new dose is, and following that. I believe this isn’t something that’s available to every family (before any oncology friends/followers wonder what’s going on!), it depends on diagnosis, treatment and the stage your little one is at, I’m also not sure it’s something that’s offered at every hospital either.
George’s “good” cells are doing well at the moment so Dr Keenan increased his chemotherapy dose again. They need to be suppressed a little (with chemo) to make sure any leukaemia cells don’t have a chance to multiply.
Everything else is the same with treatment with regards to going to hospital when his temperature gets to 38 degrees, he still needs his port flushing monthly, has theatre every 12 weeks for spinal chemo and at the end of the day, if there’s anything we’re concerned about, we go back to fortnightly doctors assessments or drop everything and go if it’s serious!
It’s the end of the George’s first school term, Harriet’s first term in Year 4 and Oliver’s last ever school year in a primary school! Treatment and appointments have only really taken George out of school for a total of 2 days as we’ve managed to get him back in for a half day after his appointments. There’s been a week’s worth of a medicine he had to take as there was a suspected chicken pox outbreak but other than that, he’s not been sent home ONCE since starting in reception… he’s not had any temperatures during school time (we’ve had a couple of weekend visits) so we couldn’t have hoped for a better start to big school for Georgie-Roo.
Just as we managed to get into the swing of juggling hospital visits, homework, spellings, reading, after school clubs and classes etc for all three kids, we had the pleasure of George’s class dog-teddy, Doodle, coming home for the weekend. Those with kids who’ve experienced a class teddy before will understand what a joy that is! And for added pressure, we were the first to have Doodle this year so had to set the precedent…. you’re supposed to record/photograph your weekend’s adventures, people take him on their holidays, he’s been to Lapland in previous years for God’s sake! How were we going to make a weekend in pjs scratching our arses look like an educational adventure?!
Well…. we didn’t! but luckily for Doodle, he wasn’t due back in until the Wednesday and George was due at Alder Hey the same day. So off we went badgering every member of staff we dealt with in Oncology for a photo. Thank you to the lovely team for being so photogenic 🙂 you know you’ve made it in life when you feature in the Rooza blog 😉
It’s now half term and I won’t know what’s hit me with all three of the little loves around. We’ve got lots to celebrate as all three of them are doing great at school… it’s also D-Day for the final high school submission for Oliver, who we now know passed a grammar school entrance exam – you think choosing a primary school is a challenge? wait til you’re up to high school choices with over-subscription, catchments and feeder schools to deal with <insert arrrggghhhh face here>.
We’re kicking off half term, leaving Daddy and Sugar behind to visit our cousins in St Albans and hopefully will hit the zoo. Wish me luck for tomorrow on the M6 with a gang of kids whose current favourite pass time is worse than them all arguing! They sing out of tune HYMNS full pelt together!
The support for our family is still going strong this week! A team of the kindest (craziest!?) guys are spending three days cycling 400 miles to support a charity that hope to send our family to Lapland to visit Santa.
Rays of Sunshine grant wishes for youngsters suffering serious or life-limiting illnesses and have agreed to grant George a wish in the future to meet the real Father Christmas! Paul Wilson, Gary Cook, Rick Wright and Neil Stokes are setting off this Thursday along with their service driver, Lee Paterson and donating all funds raised to Rays of Sunshine.
The guys have spent the last few months training and raising funds to give to the charity, through injuries and illnesses themselves. I’m still finding it hard to accept everything people are willing to do for us!? We’re very proud of all them, as I’m sure their families are too.
Their efforts have also been featured in the Warrington Guardianand for those who also want to donate, you can visit their JustGiving page here. Unfortunately we won’t be visiting Santa this Christmas, as George’s journey through this only began in January this year. However with at least 3 and a half years of chemotherapy everything that goes with it in the treatment for leukaemia ahead of George, we will hopefully get to accept his wish in the near future.
We feel so lucky to be part of such a supportive community with selfless, caring people wanting to support us through every step of the way. Thank you so much to everyone involved and to all those have been by our sides since this all began.
Tomorrow is the next blood test, consultant appointment and chemo adjustment if necessary at Alder Heyfor George. It flies around doesn’t it! We’re hoping for a weight gain as George’s doctor was concerned with how much he’d lost over the last few weeks. He’s been stuffing his face this week though so I’d be surprised if he has lost any more.
We’re on chicken pox alert at school at the moment as another little one has come out with them, they’re not in George’s class but their sibling is, who hasn’t had them before either. The parents and the school have been fabulous and were well on the ball with it, informing me so that I could liaise with the hospital. The little boy’s Mummy even kept him off school worrying about George, when her son isn’t actually showing symptoms…. just another example of how caring people are. Following a chat with 3B Daycare at Alder Hey we were told that, at this stage, as long as George hasn’t had direct contact with a child with chicken pox, then we should all carry on as normal. At the end of the day chicken pox has a long incubation period of 7 – 21 days and everyone can’t start keeping their children off, nor should we keep George off as it could go on forever!
Chicken pox for a child with leukaemia can be serious due to being imuno-compromised whilst on chemotherapy. However, as long as we’re aware when it’s knocking about, we can keep an eye out for symptoms in George. George isn’t immune to chicken pox as he’s never had them and being in school, there’s a pretty good chance he’ll get them at some point. At the moment, if he came into contact with someone carrying them he’d have antibiotics to help him at home, then if he contracted them he’d be in hospital for around a week to be monitored and given medication. This is a risk we take with him being in school but are confident that it’s better for his all round well being, to be in a school environment, having the chance to develop friendships and grow up with his peers. At this point everyone around him is so well informed and attentive, we’re confident he’s in the right place.
So, if you follow us on the old social media, we’ve not had too bad a few weeks with some nice Autumnal walks with Sugar, viewing high schools for Oliver (argh!?) and cosy nights in with the kids. We have tomorrow’s hospital trip to get out of the way tomorrow hopefully with some positive news, then it’s Oliver’s 11th Birthday on Thursday as well as the lads starting their 400 mile ride. I’ll follow up the blog with news from tomorrow when I can, and if you don’t already follow us elsewhere then you can do on Facebook here, on Twitteror Instagramget on it! Sometimes it’s easier to share a quick photo or note of how we are at hospital than write War & Peace on here 🙂
Good luck to Paul, Gary, Neil and Rick! Don’t get too saddle-sore, thanks to Lee for being their service car driver, just as important for it all to happen, keep safe guys! x
Just a quick one tonight to let everyone know that last Wednesday’s hospital trip was okay. The blood counts that were concerning us have now really picked up, but to the point that they’re too high so the chemo has been increased hopefully just enough to get the counts to the ideal point.
George bowled us over with his courage and bravery from being nil by mouth, having “Barry” accessed with the gripper to going under general anaesthetic and coming round again without a tear. I’ve got a Vlog to upload of that day which I’ll put up later in the week.
He had his numbing cream on before we left home and wasn’t allowed anything to eat while Oliver and Harriet sat eating their breakfasts. Daddy took George to hospital while I gave Sugar and quick sprint around the park and took Oliver and Harriet to school. I must be honest, I had another wobble on the way to hospital as there was a bloody ambulance on the M62 blue lighting all the way. It took me back to 5th January this year when I had to follow the ambulance with my own son in it to Alder Hey the day before he was diagnosed.
I made it to the hospital just in time for George going into his consultant. It was a relief to hear that his neutrophil count had picked up, they were just higher than the doctor would like this time so the chemo has been increased now to bring them down again. The doctor was a little concerned at George’s weight loss as he’s lost 1.5kg in two weeks, that’s quite a lot for a little person. It’s been put down to the fact that he’s started school and is much more active. I have had a chat with his teacher since to double check he is actually eating his lunch which she assures me he is, he’s a great little eater. The concern will be if he’s lost weight again, although I’m not sure what it means for him if he has… just another waiting game.
So following the clinic meeting with the consultant, we went through the motions that we’re all now prepared for. Karyn, the lovely nurse who has never missed “Barry” with the gripper was on, so that was really straight forward and relaxed. We were called to the theatre waiting room where George watched Toy Story on the TV then blew me a kiss goodbye, and off he went for his sleep and lumbar puncture for spinal chemotherapy. He has this spinal chemo because the oral chemotherapy that we give him at home doesn’t reach the spinal cord and fluid around the brain. Leukaemia cells can travel into the fluid that surrounds the spine and brain, so during the maintenance phase, he has to have this procedure via lumbar puncture every 12 weeks.
After his theatre trip, he was wheeled back up to the ward, staying lay flat as directed for about an hour. He was absolutely ravenous so ate half of my butties before his own picnic arrived along with his special request of chocolate ice cream! The kitchen really look after them.
George had been really looking forward to going to theatre because A. he got to have a sleep and B. he gets a present for being brave. Mummy hadn’t been very organised so he got to choose which Transformer he wanted from his bed on my phone that day. Thank you Amazon Prime, Optimus Prime arrived the next day 🙂
So all is good in the hood at the moment, we’re back at Alder Hey again on 5th October all being well, so we’d better get fattening George up in the meantime!
Georgie was straight back to school on Thursday and on Friday I had another little emotional moment, but for a lovely reason, he came out of school with a Character Award for Courage… for joining in with a dance lesson even though he wasn’t sure he’d like it! Bless him, cracks me up.
Just another quick THANK YOU to our lovely neighbour Laura (not Ian, he can’t be arsed reading the blog..I’ll Vlog another time!), for having Sugar Poo over for doggy play dates with Teddy their sausage dog while we’re at Alder Hey. You’re a star! x
As you may have already gathered, if you follow me on instagram or had the pleasure of watching my Vlog last week, we decided to get a puppy. When I say we, I mean, Damien walked in from work to a lovely surprise a few weeks back!
I’ll be honest, I’m no expert when it comes to training a new puppy and the first night of her crying downstairs had me questioning whether I’d done the right thing. The turd trodden through the house, the new aroma lingering around and our pussy cat, Pip, now residing upstairs had also contributed to me questioning my sanity. Oh yeah, the three kids and regular hospital trips must also be considered.
Yes. I admit it. I know if it was anyone else, i’d be asking why!?
When George was diagnosed with leukaemia we were told new pets at that time were a no-no, as was travelling more than an hour’s radius away from Alder Hey Children’s Hospital, holidays, being around other children that could be carrying contagious illnesses and a whole host of other things that most other people take for granted.
Since then, we’ve watched in horror as our baby suffered the devastating side effects of cancer treatment. We’ve comforted Oliver as he questioned whether the medicine was going to work for his little brother and Harriet as she cried for me whilst I left her to be at George’s bedside.
These days however, we’re in a completely different place. George’s treatment has progressed well, he’s attending school and we’re now able to leave the area as long as we’ve let the hospital know – progress. I asked George’s consultant as he entered the maintenance stage of his cancer treatment whether a new pet was still off limits. The doctor felt that providing we’re practising good hygiene at home and the puppy is fully vaccinated then welcoming a new family member has more positives to offer than negatives for us.
The kids have always longed for a doggy… I decided the they deserved this, and the fact that I’m hanging around talking to myself on Vlogs, I took the them “just for a look” a few weeks ago at some puppies. Obviously we came home with a fur ball on Oliver’s knee and wondered what the hell do I do with it now?!
“Sugar” as Oliver named her, is a Cockapoo – a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a Toy Poodle or a “bloody mongrel” as one lovely lady kindly pointed out to me on the park at the weekend. She doesn’t appear to be a curly-poo, more of a silky-poo and she’s definitely a clever-poo…. I’ve taken to adding poo on to everything Sugar orientated like a real-life mushy dog owner.
We chose this particular “breed” or “cross-breed” as Cockapoos are renowned for being great with children (v.important in this house!), are affectionate, not major barkers, are clever and don’t shed or drool a lot – perfect for a novice dog owner like me.
Oliver cried when I said we could have her. My son, who I’ve hardly seen cry since he was a baby, cried! Harriet speaks to Sugar in her own language and is completely besotted and George thinks he’s a dog too.
Sugar (poo) is perfectly timed for me as well… i’m not one to sit around watching Jezza or spending my life tidying, our house is a home, it’s clean, but I don’t want my gravestone to read “her house was really tidy”….. so now I have a new little friend to keep me company while the kids are in school and sometimes I’ll move things around in an attempt to do housework around puppy dates and walks. She gets me out and about in all weathers when I wouldn’t have bothered before, getting a bit of exercise all the way to the pub on a Friday afternoon. In all seriousness though, it’s refreshing getting out to blow the cobwebs away.
She’s already sorted her toileting out which is a major bonus with George around. With the added bonus of the artificial grass, we can wash everything away and disinfect too. She sleeps soundly at night, can sit, roll over and give her paw…. I think I’m a dog whisperer!
We’ve been to a Puppy Party – yes this exists! we’re going to training classes and we’ve met loads of new people (of course) out with their dogs on the park, it’s like a whole new social life. Sugar seems really happy and settled in the mad house, she’s strangely soft towards George and loves to learn new things. We’re looking forward to many happy memories and when I say she’s great company, I mean I’m still being watched on the toilet x
(I must note that our Consultant’s opinion on whether us as a family could take on a new pet is not a blanket decision for all oncology families. If your child is receiving cancer treatment, please speak with your child’s doctor regarding new pets as everyone’s story, situation and treatment is different).
George is starting school tomorrow…. i’ll just let that sink in.
I’ve been cracking on with life like I did when he was diagnosed with leukaemia and burying my head in the sand a little. Everything’s going to be ok, everything’s fine… I can tell you now, this is going to go one of two ways, i’m either going to be hard faced dropping him off or i’m going to be in bits, with no in between. Our only saving grace is the fact that he’s just doing an afternoon tomorrow so at least I won’t be in the morning drop off crowd waving him off with Oliver and Harriet. The rest of the week builds up to a full day then next week, boom, full time education!
This is more than “oh no my baby is leaving me!”, “he’s too young” nerves. It’s more like “my son is on chemotherapy AND starts school tomorrow” kind of thing… you know the feeling? No you probably don’t.
I’ve got every faith that his new teacher has got this, she is completely lovely and supportive, the same as the school has been since I had to make the phone call to say “Oliver and Harriet won’t be in today, their little brother has cancer, we’re taking them to Alder Hey” Now THAT was a shitty day.
No, tomorrow won’t be a shitty one, tomorrow is the next step, the beginning of George’s school life. It will be slightly different to the other children’s, in that he’s going to spend another 3 years with a suppressed immune system to prevent the “bad cells” coming back. He has daily chemotherapy, another weekly chemotherapy, blood tests and meetings with his consultant every fortnight and goes to theatre ever 12 weeks for a lumbar puncture and spinal chemotherapy. Let’s just say, there’ll be no 100% attendance certificate coming his way!
George will be more at risk of infection, and anything like that will mean more “sleepovers” at Alder Hey for IV antibiotics and monitoring too. He’s going to have to try to maintain a high level of hygiene (he’s 4!?), avoid contact sport because of Barry (his port) and his joints may get sore after physical activities. Catching anything contagious is unavoidable but we know the school have been on the ball with reminding parents to keep their children off if they’re ill, I mean, puking, the trots, chicken pox – what more could we ask.
Despite all this, we’re looking forward to him getting involved in and enjoying as much of school life as possible, particularly friendship. Whether he’s reading War and Peace by 6 years old, can do Pythagoras theorem or can sing like a canary… it’s not really what it’s all about in life really is it? I’m just glad he’s getting to go to bleedin’ school and has a chance to be happy like the rest of the kids from nursery (we miss you Playdays!).
Don’t get me wrong i’ll still post proud as punch photos on Facebook etc when he can draw round his hand at age 12…. that’s because i’m his mum. But whether he’s meeting “age related expectations” at the end of the school year or not is not about to change anything. We’ve met more than enough families whose children have been taken from them for us to appreciate all of our children just being here.
Since George was a baby and throughout his cancer treatment he’s still always had a dummy (dody we call it) for bed time and when he needed soothing. He’d always had it, along with his precious scarf comforter. It was particularly necessary when going through the chemo, needles, anaesthetic and when he has been in pain.
I’d been militant when Oliver and Harriet had dodies when they were little, fretting about their teeth, fretting them being “too big”, or being judged so theirs were banished at the earliest opportunity. As you can imagine, I hadn’t really give two hoots about the shape of George’s teeth given at one point I worried that cancer might beat him… I certainly did not give a rat’s ass what other people might think. Like I’ve said before, one of the positive things this awful diagnosis has brought with it, is a whole new perspective… and it’s liberating.
But! actual magical things happened at our house this week… with big boy’s school fast approaching George said he wanted to give his dodies to the baby fairies. A little door appeared one night in his bedroom and he left his dodies sprinkled with fairy dust outside. In the morning a fire boat toy had been left in return, a fire boat that George had always wanted! How did they know? So George, along with starting primary school has also given away his dodies and has only mentioned them since to tell the story about the fairy door in his bedroom. The door is still there because the tooth fairy is going to need to get in one day.
So we’ve ironed three sets of uniform, and when I say we, I mean Damien has! well…. I went out buying it all! we’ve tried everything on, got water bottles and PE kits, lunch bags, new haircuts (nearly there George!) and it’ll be baths and an early night tonight.
On a final note, George has asked nearly every day can he go to school yet. He is totally not arsed!