Things I sort of knew already but this week have been confirmed.

1. If chemotherapy were human it would be a London taxi driver (i.e. it gets you where you're going but makes your life HELL on the way.) 

Keith had his first bout of the new chemo this week, and guess what? It has made him feel like shit. Oh irony of ironies: that the treatment that might help fight the cancer makes him feel all kinds of awful. I won't go into details but it has such a detrimental effect physically and mentally. I took some photos anyway so you have a vague sense of what's going on.

First rule of chemo: coffee before chemo (actually first rule of Sydney is coffee before everything but doesn't alliterate: coffee before chemo much more catchy).

Second rule of chemo is always have at least one trolley

And the third rule of chemo is just sit back and take it.

And of course the best news is that he gets to have it all over again a week later (hint: sarcasm). It's really tough on him. It sucks more than a thirsty mosquito. However he does take it like a man and behaves on the ward much like classic Keith. The boy's a superstar, but then we knew that already.

2. Energy is everything. 

But of course it is you say! It's how we function! Movement! Joules and calories! But these last couple of days I've been thinking about the conservation of energy: that energy is neither created or destroyed, it is converted from one form to another. A lot of the sad energy I have I turn into happy energy, or at least I try to. It's bloody hard but can really pay off. If I leave the sad energy where it is it tends to convert itself to shouting which is a great release but usually results in someone crying. I've written before about harnessing the energy from the lovely messages and unfathomable support...on the ground I turn that sort of energy into even better things like parties. 

It's so tense and stressful though. Generally much too much negative energy milling around, being annoying and making general comments about how tired I look. Bollocks to you negative energy! I have lunch boxes to make and tv commercials to prettify! I've no time for you. This leads me on to the third thing I've reconfirmed this week:

3. Dancing makes lots of things much, much better

Really really really really. Music is a huge part of my life strategy right now but I'll bore you about that another time. I mean dancing! The expression of oneself through rhythmic movement! Works absolute wonders for the kids, really puts them in the moment, no matter what has gone before; and it just makes me feel bloody brilliant. 

It's also a really good reason to have more parties.

So in summary: more of the same, except more stressful and nauseated. Thanks again for the continuing support. You'll find me with the music.

KISSES xxx