Monday, 1 February 2010

7 weeks later... back to school!


Emma went into school for 2 hours today... it was only going to be one but she enjoyed it so much was happy to stay. She is very self conscious about how the steroids have changed her shape and I think this is what was worrying her most.
As you can see a very happy Emma returned and she was full of it, especially the singing her class was doing. Her friends have been wonderful. Such a support. She even got a good luck card from one of them today- all these things have helped her so much over these really tricky weeks.
For those of you who don't know who Emma is with in the photo... this is the infamous Roz of the rambling but very funny comments! One of my many fantastic friends who continue to be there for me when needed. Roz is my second top texting pal. She has tried so hard over the last few months but has now admitted defeat to the worlds greatest texter..... come on down Mrs Erika Franks!
To add to the fun Greg came home from school at lunchtime after turning ghostly white after his packed lunch- sorry Miss Burraway! He then spent the afternoon on the wii recovering! He has got a nasty sounding cough when he gets going so poor Nanny and Grandad are on sick duty with him tomorrow- how lucky!!?
Me and Emma are heading down to London in the morning. It was only Thursday that we were last there but seems longer. Will see what her bloods are doing and whether they need to make changes again. Emma is very excited about being allowed back on the train again! I on the other hand got rather used to being chauffered around!
Katy

6 comments:

  1. am glad you have said it was Roz on the snuggle, she blends in rather well , be warned before you sit on a Roz shaped cushion!

    Holly was so pleased to have Emma back this morning, first thing she told me after school, the second thing being the proposed piercings under consideration. She is horrified. Oh well.

    Sorry you are having to slum it on the train, but its fab that now things can become more normal yet again, celebrate with a coffee and muffin on the way down, you know you should.

    I might text you a tad tomorrow, I appear to have a reputation to keep up :-)

    biggest hugs
    xxx

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  2. There was a young lady called Emma,
    When she danced there was nobody better,
    She knew all the moves,
    She got into the groove,
    That amazing three kidneyed young Emma.

    There was a fair lady, I'll not name 'er
    Who became quite reliant on her driver,
    Going down on the train,
    Seemed a terrible strain,
    She'd rather a jag or a Beamer.

    There was an old nutter who wrote verse,
    She bored one and all, it got worse,
    One day she got stuck,
    What terrible luck,
    Cause her limerick just went on,
    And on
    And on
    And on
    And on
    And on
    And on
    And on

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  4. I see that the wii was the perfect medicine for Greg's illness then! I was so certain there was going to be an upcoming any moment. He showed all the signs!!! Sorry to add that to your already busy day!

    Lisa B xx

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  5. Wow Emma! You are really having an exciting time. So pleased that you had a good time at school and now off on your first train journey after your op. Hope its a good day for you and Mummy and that Greg gets better soon.
    Love Jill

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  6. Lovely to see everything is starting to get back to normal, even if that does mean being called up to get Greg! Won't be long before you're enjoying that lovely lunch at Emmaus I still owe you. Can't wait to see you all at half term!
    Karen & Milly xx

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