What Now?

This was supposed to be the last night at home before we moved into hospital for the radiotherapy and transplant.
That's been put back two weeks and I'll be damned if I know what to do with myself !!

I have played the tidy up game to the extent that when my lovely sister (in law) came round on Friday she announced "wow you look like you've been burgled" ha ha

What she meant was the house was finally tidy with everything put back to where is should live, happily residing in cupboards.

I have even cleaned behind the computer table ...yeah I know.. I'm desperate or what, right?

The point is when you build yourself to the massive extent (of watching someone go through a transplant) the brain is very reluctant to change its thinking.
transplant, transplant, transplant - it screams
No dear another few weeks - you tell it.

Its not having it, my brain is too old and too frazzled to let go of transplant focus.

My brother has offered to have the children next week so Kev and I can get away for one night... my brain won't even focus on THAT!

Freedom, peace and quiet 
ahh come on Mr Brain, try at least?

A night off, in a nice hotel, away from "Mummmm !!!"

Mr Brain firmly says 'lets see what happens first'

I know what he means, it would just be our luck to book a swanky hotel and the bloody transplant to be bought forward.

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