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From the mouths of babes
I was at a play centre with my kids the other day and whilst jumping on the bouncy castle with my 2 year old, a little girl came and introduced herself and told me she was 7 years old. She then asked me how old I was. I told her I was 41. She went away and after about 5 minutes, came back and told me that her aunties were 40 years old and asked if they would lose their hair when they turned 41. Priceless
Day 5 blues
First blog here and really just wanted somewhere to write down that I am feeling quite sad today. Day 5 post chemo (I think this happenend last time too) and I just want to have a good cry and feel sorry for myself for a bit. I feel sad for my kids because it is such a beautiful day outside and all I want to do is go outside and play pretend shops and pasting and painting with them but I don't have the energy to do anything but lie in bed. It feels like such a waste of precious time. I know this is only a temporary feeling but it is sooo frustrating.
