Close that is, to the end of Miss Evie's intensive treatment. Now, to any outsider, or any insider too really, the treatment plan(and I use the term 'plan' very loosely, as nothing seems to go to plan in the world of cancer treatment) is bloody confusing. I am generally not in the habit of swearing on my blog( in real life, yes) but I couldn't think of a better way to put it. I'm not even going to try to go into the ins and outs of it all....I'd be here all night and believe me, it would most likely put you to sleep. Long story short, for the past eight and a half months our darling baby girl has been put through hell pretty much, with a very intensive treatment plan designed to quash the nasty that is Leukaemia.
And quashing it, it is! And, as I said, we are so very close to the end. We have in fact, precisely, ten days to go. Ten days.
There is every possibility that we will wake in the middle of the night to feel the burning forehead of our baby girl. That we will take her to emergency. That she will have to immediately start a course of IV antibiotics. That we will end up in hospital for days or more likely, weeks. That those ten days will end up on hold.
But in the meantime, while we wait with baited breath, I am damn well going to get excited. Joyous. About the fact that we are on our way to coming out the other side of this.
And I know we still have a long road ahead. And I know that because the intensive treatment is almost over, that doesn't mean treatment is over. It is far from over. Think chemo every day for the next 12-18 months. No, not finished. Just finished with the toughest part. Almost.
But anyway...joyous...is what I am going to be...for now.
Actually, every time I look at her sweet little face. She has the sweetest little face that you ever did see.