Two years ago today our world came crashing down all around us and those words that no parent ever wants to hear was said to us......Paige was just 10 mths old at the time and looked like a normal, healthy, beautiful little girl
At Maracas beach in March 2011 - a chuf chuf at about 9.5kgs, look at the rolls of fat in the bikini....
One year later we were back at the Paim Brown Warn in isolation for nearly three weeks with various issues and her feeding tube was inserted, she was completely bald having lost her second lot of hair, and quite thin at 9.1kgs, as Russell said at the time, she's was the picture perfect model for a child with cancer.
Loosing her hair was traumatic for all of us, especially her and most time she refused to let us take photos. I remember having a conversation with Dr Mary Morgan about her hair and she told me that it just it's one of the absolute visual reminders that your child has cancer and I shouldn't feel bad about being upset about it.
Now two years on, she has long beautiful hair, has managed without her feeding tube for 6 mths now and had her central line removed in early Dec last year. She is now 12.4kgs and looks amazing! Her hair unfortunately has started falling off again and I am trying my damnedest to prepare myself and Paige for the eventuality......
This was taken today showing off her scar from the central line on her neck
A close up with her sesame covered face
Our lives are still held together by glue and sellotape, and one would think that it would get a bit easier after two years, but the reality is that it does not. In some ways it gets harder because you have bonded so much more. Paige is so articulate now, with quite an extensive vocabulary that she is able to vividly describe all her ailments. She's having a pretty rough week with tummy pains, a painful jaw and tired legs. She said while walking up the stairs "mummy can you carry me? I'm trying to walk but my legs are just hurting so much"
She is also just too clever. Today at lunch she refused to eat my minestrone soup and asked for a peanut butter sandwich instead. The conversation went like this
Me: Paige I'm not very happy the your not eating my lovely lunch
Paige: she holds out the sandwich and says "just pretend that this is your soup and you'll be happy!"
but the end of treatment is drawing is near and we have to be thankful for that...just three more rounds of chemo to go.
A very special thank you to all our family and friends who have provided unrelenting support over the last two years, and to our new friends as well that have just come into our lives with kind words, thoughts and deeds...we really appreciate it.