Drugs and debauchery

What's good for the Prime Minister...

Like Cameron, Quent is not disputing his (IL-2) drug taking, which he puts down to a 'normal hospital experience'.  The Christie has once again come up trumps with a clear scan today.

So, that's the drugs. Now for the debauchery....

The new boy

We didn't have many maudlin moments when Quent was first diagnosed, back in 2006. There wasn't much time and we didn't want to spend it 'wading knee deep in tears', as Quent put it. But there was one occasion when I was feeling low and shared with Quent that I just wanted him to see Oakley start school.

Quent replied that he wanted to see him start Secondary School ... and I thought I had a problem on my hands. It was one thing being optimistic, but with a prognosis of around one year's survival and a two year old son, I was concerned that Quent hadn't quite grasped the seriousness of it all.

So, two weeks ago, when Quentin waved Oakley off to his first day at Rickmansworth (Secondary) School, I felt quite emotional. Not for my little boy (although of course I was pleased and a bit nervous for him too), but for my bigger boy, who pulled it off, against all the odds.

In true 'new school' tradition, here's a picture of him, taken in front of our door.

Definitely a 'new boy' since Prof Hawkins and The Christie Hospital got their hands on him. As they will again on Monday when we head north for the next scan.