My son took the two hats I finished earlier to the hospital even though Miss M was discharged from the round of chemo on Wednesday afternoon. He met the mother of another little girl patin who knew Miss M wasn't there and asked why he was there. He showed her the hats and said he was just dropping them off into one of the several baskets each of the three oncology wards has sitting around. She felt the hats and commented on the softness and quality of the yarn. He told her, "Mum doesn't use cheap and nasty yarn in anything," and asked if she would like one. She chose one of the two and then cried that someone might make things like that from expensive yarn just to donate.
Even before all this leukaemia business erupted into our lives, I have always had a policy of not giving presents which I would not like to receive or anything cheap and shoddy. She recognised the good stuff and I was pleased I had used it.
I'm now working on another two hats. One I could do with my eyes closed, in a thickish alpaca. The other is more of a lace beret in a finer wool and I will need to follow the pattern for it. Just a way of gratitude for the care taken of Miss M these last few months.
This lot of chemo is the last in this cycle. She actually gets two or three weeks before the next lot of tests and chemo. I think that round can be given in the clinic each week without a full admission unless she picks up an infection.
We will have at least the girls here this weekend. Not sure about the Teenager. My son wants to take the wheelchair and take them to the city for the first night of VIVID the light festival on Sydney Harbour. Lots of beautiful lights and ethereal shapes. A lot will depend on Miss 12 who has been in Canberra all week with her class. She is not a night owl and is perfectly happy falling asleep wherever she is, so she may not have missed too much sleep.
I was minding them all one night at their aunt's place. Miss 12 disappeared during a game of hide and seek. I think she was Miss 8 sat the time. She was found after some searching in her hiding spot under the big dining table, fast asleep on the floor.