Brett's a legend.
Yesterday radiotherapy was vile. No other words. Without going into too much detail it was seriously degrading (though handled well by the staff) and frightening.
I compare my son to normal 17 year olds very rarely but when I was shuffled out of the room to watch my son receive intensive doses of radiotherapy on his delicate body parts I felt awful, shamefully sorry for him.
Normal 17 means girls, drinking (uk terms) having nothing but fun.
Bad days are termed only by girls, pocket money and unruly hair.
I am so proud of my son. He is brave and strong. Funny and compassionate. Caring and kind.
Oh god he doesn't deserve his path.
He is amazing.
How many parents can feel and say that?
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