I get so tired of repeatedly recounting my tales of woe but now its great to be able to say 'its all good'.
Brett celebrated his 18th Birthday last Friday - what an amazing achievement.
I had only ever dreamt of Brett reaching that age.
He received many many cards from around the world. All wishing him happy birthday and saying how well he had done to make it and how brave he was.
We had planned a little house party with a few of Brett's chosen close friends and family. There were to be about 15 in total. The invitation went with the usual strict stipulation - You can only attend if you're well.
I knew we wouldn't have the final head count until the day itself.
It is very usual to wake up with a sore throat or a bad stomach but what is so unusual is the requirement to then have to cancel your attendance at someones party.
Most of us at some time have gone out feeling a little under the weather, as we wouldn't want to let the person down by cancelling, but to Brett the risk of infection is massive, so the kindest, nicest thing a person can do, is to cancel immediately.
If in doubt - stay away.
In the end Brett had just 8 people attend his little party.
It was a lovely evening.
I had prepared a small buffet but I just couldn't keep it totally in-line with Brett's strict 'clean diet' so on his 18th birthday there was part of his party buffet he couldn't eat - Bad mother or what ?!?!
He couldn't even have a birthday cake.
Well he could, he just wouldn't be allowed to eat it.
So instead I designed a cake made totally out of individually wrapped cake bars and biscuits, which he is allowed.
I have promised Brett and 18th 1/2 birthday when his T-cells are up i.e when his immune system is fully working.
The whole birthday weekend was lovely. Brett read his cards and inspected his presents, Poppy counted the money that people had generously given him and we all watched TV... together....an absolute dream come true.
Happy Birthday Superman. X
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