Today I reflected much upon the impending “Off-Treatment”.
I walked into work euphoric. I even told a few close colleagues and the substitute boss how happy I am (making up a little fot last week's disappointmemt). Leukaemia and its treatment, absence from family etc have become so routine that I could not imagine an end to it ...
I rang Ann, mother of Hayley ... Hayley at the age of 16, was admitted a short time before us ... Hayley went “Off-Treatment” last week. The conversation went ...
Me: So some normality has returned?
Ann: Kind of ... but it's a different kind of normality.
It will be, I realise.
The anxiety of Rob's “When the Other Shoe Drops” rings true ... but at least Kezia will be able to go to school every day.
At least we won't have to suffer Dex trips.