Another immunotherapy session completes

 Some are more suited to be butchers than nurses. Such a one came to set up my drip for a third session of treatment. He waddled towards me, mildly obese, unshaven, pimply and in a vaguely white coat rather than the smart grey monogrammed tunics the lady nurses are wearing. I never learnt his name. His name badge was upside down and obscured by his translucent apron and he neither introduced himself nor asked how I was, but grabbed my wrist and attempted to shove a cannula into it. The attempt failed. He moved further up the arm preparing to attempt a second thrust when a kind, more senior nurse stepped in and commanded “go for your break now. I’ll take over”. He slouched off and she asked my name and fixed the hospital band too my wrist which he had neglected to do. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, and could finally enjoy relaxing with the cup of sweet coffee she brought me. I am now a quarter way through the year's treatment plan, so hopefully the fire is well and truely lit to burn the little malignant blighters in their hidden lairs.

At home, the boys are finally beginning to sort their house out, and may move in this weekend. There are still two suitcases in the hall, though, out of which they have been living all week. Edwin has now got a third job lined up which he starts next month, at the University of Suffolk in Ipswich. He seems to work long hours, leaving at 07:30 some mornings, and not returning till after 9:00 pm. Driving from Bury to Norwich, Ipswich and occasionally Cambridge if you has to give on site lectures must be so tiring. Andre too seems to work long hours, though mostly on-line. They have just had no time to get their house in order, and neither could take a week off. 

Mr and Mrs Llama

Tomorrow is our 29th wedding anniversary. The boys didn't manage to get to their own house after all today, finding the delights of Cambridge hard to shake off, so they have returned here for the night, but with a gift: a Mr and Mrs Llama bride and groom to celebrate our own special day. Thank's boys! 

Ben and Kaz are back home from Wales. We had such a lovely break with them, and look forward to repeating it in the near future. Ben regrets that he could not walk up Snowdon with me when he was young, as he has done with Luke. But we did walk up mountains in Scotland, when he was very young. With Edwin, although he had many years with us and we went on many trips, none were walking or climbing holidays: I was too old then for such athletic activity. As parents, we all make so many mistakes; we can only try our best with the limited time and knowledge (and often limited money too). We all have the childhood memories we are given, and remember them fondly if they were good memories, but we all have such different memories. That is one of the many things that makes us unique. Certainly, I have some wonderful photos and memories of  all the children when they were young, and I hope they have some good memories too.