A waiting game

We have been waiting to get a date from Christie's, so I have been checking my emails even more frequently than ever. Yes, really! Tonight we learned that the sample still hasn't left Charing Cross, so it will be next week at the earliest before we know more. Apparently there's been a technical hitch of the slide-to-envelope-to-postbox variety.

I confess I have had those sorts of hitches myself - that contents / envelope / address / stamp / postbox process has fooled me with many a birthday card. But it doesn't stop the frustration. Top of my own birthday wish list was the chance of Quent's being in the top pathology set. I guess I shall just have to settle for all those material, girlie things in the meantime.

Over the past few months, we have been following the progress of Vicky, a close friend of a close friend of ours. She was diagnosed with breast cancer just after Quent's diagnosis and her little girl is not that much older than Oakley. Vicky has been remarkably brave, like Quent. We follow each other's blogs and share the ups and downs. We have been very upset to hear this week that her cancer has spread to her brain and liver. Our delayed pathology results are nothing in the scheme of things.

We have also been very touched by your comments, emails and phone bids for Oakley. Not to mention Anita and Jonathon's amazing open-ended offer of a whole wing of their house. Thank you. As you know, we always look for the silver linings in all this and plentiful offers of childcare seems to be one of them. We reckon we're probably covered to post puberty, which is pretty good going.

The waiting continues. We will let you know as soon as we hear anything. It seems it will be end July at the earliest before Quent's treatment starts. Do the pathology department not realise that Scout camp starts on the 18th August?