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The Unexpected



Last week was my fifth infusion of Intragram. Even though I was told it would get easier  as the months wore on, it hasn't. The days afterwards are still a lot like you'd imagine the after effects of colliding with a Mac truck would be, with at least one day on the bath room tiles surfing waves of nausea. This time around was my kind of weather - a classic hot summer day, the school holidays and the bliss of retreating into a cool, still home afterwards. Archie had had his birthday party the weekend before at "Tunzafun" - little boy heaven with dodgems, laser tag (whatever that is), and unlimited games - and all the presents he'd received from invitees were still strewn over the lounge room floor. He is still spending hours playing blissfully constructing, sorting, building etc. 

Before long, with myself parked on the lounge just watching him idly, no thoughts about what I needed to get up and do next, a sense of contentment had come over the room. For the rest of the week the two of us spent our time together really not doing anything much. I stayed in pyjamas, slept on and off in his company as he went from toy to toy. I made us snacks, we watched video's together. Even the day I spent most on the bathroom tiles we managed companionability. It's a strange wonder that what could have been an otherwise difficult week, has been lovely. 

Comments

oh, the treatments that nearly kill you to save your life!! kind of great that we have the option more than anything, so the rest is just . . .
hope you are feeling better asap.
i'm going ok health wise, have my last chemo treatment {the one that doesn't make me sick, thankfully} tomorrow ~ yay!
xx
Minnado said…
It is really nice to see you back blogging! I hope you are feeling better - I agree about sometimes the simple being around the kids, just easy, simple time together is the sweetest. I have to say "tunzafun" sounds like my son's ideal place too :) xx

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