Somewhere deep inside

... something's got a hold on you. That's why I tell you -
- you'd better be home soon.

Same, more of the same. With variations. More sickness (how can anyone still vomit after 3 days without food and drink? - even the doctors ask).

CT scan is next, perhaps tomorrow if the queues die down.
Hoooope so.

And we all - Doctors, Gerald, me, and marvellous nurse Michael from Wales who understands music, especially of West Africa - hope that the scan might tell us what, if anything, is blocked, where, and by which particular invader.

The likelihood of an extreme chemo reaction diminishes as time goes on without improvement.

I left to get back before Alex's d-teams, and in time to heat up the most delicious lasagne and garlic bread (AND SALAD hallelujah) from Heather and Aniel (with an obviously heartfelt apology for eating a little of the 2 loaves of garlic bread!!!) for Alex and Sophie tonight.

Strange, says Sophie (who has now had her second poem in a row of 2 entries published in the Tuesday College Herald (insert to NZ Herald). "Alice" is a heartrending storyette of teenage angst, as real as can be.

With Dad in hospital, the place where it is all white. Unlike cozy cream Carlton Creek (ok, made that bit up, we live in a street, not a creek).

I've got an evening at school on Thursday you have to come to, says Alex. Don't know what for, don't know when, and I put the flyer on the bench, and if you haven't seen it, it's not my fault, I've done the right thing, why don't you know about it and when it is and what to do and all the other things magic mums do ...

... long answer, Alex ... - but here's a clue - it's in the magic mum bit (I'm not one :-)).

We all rub along very well, I remember hyperaware teenagership like it was today, the world a scourer on a sensitive psyche -

So: back to real info:
Tomorrow, back into hospital early.
Sometime during the day, hopefully a CT scan.
Even more hopefully, perhaps a chat with the doctors (who have promised to wait till I return from skiving off to sit a (ha!) law exam in the afternoon).

Then off to Sophie's Big Sing in the Town Hall at 6:30.
(and as a side note, Alex did a very cool, well-received, i.e high marked - well done my boy, I found calculus hard at school - maths test with results coming in today.)

Off with their heads!

You're nuts, mum.

L