8/5/10 Day 182. Saturday.

Friday. Bloods looked good so it was time to increase his doses. I came home to a sad boy tucked up in bed.

Saturday morning started slow, but he improved. It was the familiar sight of O dragging himself out of bed, sick bag and quilt in tow.

Saturday night...... Bloody hell! O's demeanor changed and he laid on the couch, wrapped in blankets, complaining about the cold. Temp - 38.3 degrees.... 38.5 and we would be heading into emergency. O was not happy at all about this. "Why Mum,I just want a normal life". Slowly his temp dropped and Mothers Day was saved... Packed all our bags anyway...

An old photo. 18 months ago. This is the cheeky boy that we will get back when it is all done..