Its a strange time. Molly is exceptionally well - amazingly well - fantastically fantastic and I adore her. She is playing, running, laughing, being cheeky, doing horrendous nappies and laughing. She is sleeping (well, if you can call it that) in the bottom bunk with Daisy.... and yet we are only a few weeks after she has had a liver transplant. Its a miracle.
And yet..... its still a see-saw. Her blood tests have been perfect... until this week. So we are looking at a probably biopsy later next week/early the following week. Exactly - we are WAITING again. Its a normal part of liver transplant and we were told to expect one or two of these times at least ...... and yet....... BLERGH.
Do I have to explain any more? Probably not. I am thankful, grateful, ecstatic that she is so well and so happy. And yet I am low, tired, washed out and world weary.
We were thinking of booking a holiday for the end of October. Everytime things start looking positive, something else looms.
There is some more amazing news that puts a MASSIVE smile on my face! My niece, who we haven't been able to have contact with, has been in contact with her mum, my sister in law and best mate. Along with the rest of the family I have been waiting for this day and I can't stop grinning! I have the pictures she sent all over the place and she looks SO much like her mum it took me back to our teen years and made me laugh and smile! I can't WAIT to meet her and hope that she feels OK and not scared - her mum is amazing and fun and loving and she will adore her I am sure! That, of course, is a load of WAITING OVER!!! 14 years of waiting! FANTASTIC!!!! She was this little chubby blonde 3 year old leaping over my sofa shouting Stuck! Stuck! when she got her sock stuck on the edge and was dangling upside down. Now she is 17, absolutely georgeous and learning to drive.
And heres another equally brilliant thing - I haven't seen her for 5 YEARS! But my best mate, her mum, my sister in law is COMING OVER FOR 3 MONTHS!!! God are we going t have a ball. We can reminice again about me being 5, with a plum in my mouth meeting her brother (my hubby now!) for the first time and uttering the immortal words "My names Luthinda and I want a Pony".
So there I am smiling again, after all these strange days this week. There are downs and ups, ups and downs and life goes round and round and round - but my God I can ALWAYS find something to laugh about!!!! The day I can't I must have been taken over my aliens, cos its just not me and I don't stay down for long.
Even thinking that I have to go to Camberwell for another week with Moll I have been plotting - she only needs to be in for bloods and 1 dose of IV a day - which means we can go down to the crummy charity shop in Camberwell which is like an amazing Aladdins cave - we kitted ourselves out for 6 weeks there and now I can go "gold panning" there again!
Ah well. Time to put the kids in the bath. Mmm. Could be interesting............................! Wet floor and wet Lu here we come (now I could be rude here but there is absolutely no hint of that on the bloody horizon for f*ck it).
p.s. I got home and rebelled. My hair is now, officially, Pillarbox Red and I love it.
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