Nothing to Report

It's been a while since we have written. it seems that I can't really muster too much enthusiasm for it at the moment. Hopefully, I might find some over the next few days.

Our little man is doing well at the moment. His blood counts are good, higher than they have been for quite a while thanks to the change of chemotherapy. It seems the effects of his last treatment have hung around for a while. Only today does he seem to be back to his usual self. Unfortunately, he gets another dose next Wednesday. I don't think he has ever been affected for quite so long - at least we haven't noticed it.

I have found myself wondering about his development lately. I should probably have a better idea of where he should be, but I do know enough to know that there are very large differences between children at the best of times, that he was practically bed-bound for 6 weeks at least, that the chemo puts him on such a rollercoaster that he doesn't know what's happening, and that at such a young age, he has plenty of time and opportunity to recover. Then there is the question of any side-effects that we haven't discovered yet. He's happy, crawling well, walks well behind his little block trolley, is affectionate, giggly, bright, responsive, and we think is using some very basic signs to tell us if he wants "more" food or is "all done". So I probably shouldn't worry, but I suppose all parents do.

Oliver turned 14 months old today. Tomorrow is exactly 6 months since his diagnosis - 10th July, 2008. 6 more months of treatment to go. How can one so small be so courageous.

Don't get too excited. This is minutes before we headed back in to the hospital to have his nasogastric tube reinsterted.