The Boy Who Lived
byTo avoid coming across as a total drama queen (or worse, being accused of clickbait) I think it best to head into this post by stating the obvious: I’m writing it so by extension I am still alive
To avoid coming across as a total drama queen (or worse, being accused of clickbait) I think it best to head into this post by stating the obvious: I’m writing it so by extension I am still alive
I thought I did a wonderful thing yesterday, going in to hospital with Miss15 and having the same procedure done, but Tracey is so angry at me she’s started confiscating my stuff.
“Wait!” said Master12, and the proceedings around his hospital bed froze. Something incredibly important had just occurred to him.
How many photos are too many photos? Let’s test out the waters, shall we?
At no point while fantasising about the future Tracey and I might have together did I ever consider we’d one day be in a position to compare scars.
If you asked me if I’m nervous about Tracey’s operation on Tuesday, I’d say I wasn’t. But I think I’d be lying.
There aren’t many things we can do for our kids which involve a cup of tea, but before I’m done with this post I’m going to suggest one you need to do asap. Sponsored by NSW Government.
Tracey was lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, staring into my eyes so purposefully I wondered if maybe I was about to get lucky…
There have been tears, sure, but I’ve decided I really, really like happy tears. They’re a balm.
When you consider everything my beautiful wife has been through these past two and a half months, it’s really amazing how she’s managed to keep her sense of humour.
This week has been another one of firsts for Tracey: little milestones which flag the way back home.
It’s not often my father surprises me, but last night he managed to.
No one wants to take credit for the medical miracle which is lying beside me in her hospital bed while I type this. A bed, I should point out, which is no longer in ICU.
Sometimes the best news is the last thing you’d expect.
Rallying to the call, my darling sister, Kerri, was on a plane from Cairns just as soon as she could manage to help babysit our five littlies to free me up so I could sit with Tracey. She’s ready to leave now.