Monday, 1 February 2016

Radioactive egg and toast at last.

Things have been a bit crazy for a while here in Moly World. Dan's 40th rolled on for some time. We've just got back from a weekend in Budapest, just the two of us. We haven't been away without the kids since 2010, and the biggest thing that struck us was the deafening silence. It was so good to read ferociously, sight-see, visit old thermal pools, walk to our hearts content.... sleep, eat and drink. I had a massage from a huge Hungarian guy who smelt like pine needles. I spent half the time wobbling up and down on the bed trying not to giggle. And no, that is not a euphemism. 

But for all the laughs, jeez, we missed our little Moly's too. 

We are so so thankful to all the kids five Grandparents that make us ever going away a possibility. Isaac was sick on day one, which is never nice to see, and his treatments are a lot to take on and manage if you're not used to them. Thank you Mum and Joe. 

Today was back to earth with a bang for some radioactive breakfast and 5 hours of scans to follow. We played games all day and made what fun we could. 10 years in, and the old 'don't step on the cracks' game is still rocking. I quite possibly look like I've had a stroke mind. And i'd like to add that I won Shed 7-1, and no, it's not just a game of luck Isaac :o) 

We have no firm results yet, should know more later this week, but we know it's not good news; they needed to add a fifth scan as he was still showing nuclear powers from within after that amount of time, which is not right. More on that soon. This is him during the scan (claustrophobics look away); 


And after his fasting, him enjoying a special lunch out for being so brave and utterly gorgeous; 



We saw a man at the hospital who carried all his possessions around in an old Sainsbury's shopping basket. As always, being in hospital is so humbling. 

Have a great day x