Cancerversary

Day 1

This is how it all started. It has been a year today. I almost feel as if my calendar has been adjusted. New Years’ was a fly by affair, but today is weighty. I do remember so very well arriving at Kings A&E because Vega’s foot was sore and not actually leaving again until… well we haven’t left really.

Here is a year in pictures.

Induction

We have no pictures of our two weeks at the Marsden, right after diagnosis. I think we were in too much shock to think about taking pictures. I feel somewhat sad and at the same time relieved that we don’t have any. But this is a picture of Vega right after we returned home from the Marsden. She pretty much spent the first 5 weeks after diagnosis like this, crying on the sofa.

Poorly

Within days, our bright three year old had turned into this. You can see she is poorly, her eyes still swollen from all the IV fluids she had in hospital, her hair limp, her colour off.

Pill crusher

The pill crusher was on the table with every meal. Vega refused to take liquid medication in the beginning so we crushed all her tablets and she took them with yoghurt, still very reluctantly though.

Little Alys

I found this picture and it made me so sad. Alys is tiny, 10 months. I was lying with Vega on the sofa, all day and all night. Alys played with a balloon near by, to be close, but she is playing by herself.

Tired

Vega tried to play. But the tiredness was unreal, all consuming. Here she is lying on her marble run before she even had a chance to built it.

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Haircut day. Vega’s hair was just coming out, bit by bit. We had lose hairs everywhere- in our food, the sinks, washing machine, in the beds… It became unmanageable. Vega decided to cut it off and keep the remainder of her hair in her tin.

Pirate solidarity

After the hair was off, there was a lot of pirate playing in the house!

Sisters

I could make this blog post a tribute to sisters. Lyra and Alys are such an important, irreplaceable part of Vega’s life. I found hundreds of pictures of the girls together, keeping each other company, keeping each other safe and loving each other. Vega was never alone, always able to reach out to them and they were able to reach out to her.

Steroid Weight Gain

Yep, this is Vega, not Shrek as you might dare think. The steroid weight gain was incredible. She went from 14 kilos to 20 kilos in 6 weeks. She was wearing Lyra’s clothes as none of hers fitted anymore.

Playing alone

I think I might have blogged about this before. Seeing my bald little girl playing alone with a barbie dolly made me so sad. I can’t even tell you why.

Mama missing

This self portrait by Ray says it all. Mama is missing. Whenever Vega was in hospital, I went with her and Ray looked after Lyra and Alys. Alys was small, still breastfeeding and Ray had to spent many hours comforting a baby that didn’t have a clue why I suddenly disappeared again.

Sisters

Another sister shot. We always, from the very start, made a point of including all the children, all of the time. Lyra and Alys were always visiting Vega in hospital, providing much needed distraction but also, very importantly for Lyra, demystifying the hospital and how well or not well Vega actually was.

Feeding animals in the forest

But nevertheless, the hospital can be a lonely, boring place. This is Vega on day 13 in isolation, pretending “to feed the animals in the forest” (and no, there is no forest behind that door- just a bog.)

Hospital Family

The tree house at Kings. Family time.

Mouthcare

During Escalating Capizzi, mouthcare became a daily pain in the… mouth.

Feeding tube

Vega’s mucositis became so bad she was hospitalized and because she did not eat or drink for almost a week was eventually fitted with an NG tube. This was one of our worst hospital stays.

keeping the Family connected

Once again, Mama and Vega were missing. Staying in touch via facetime and sending good night kisses to each other.

Burial

We spent fathers day at the beach. Lyra gave Vega “a burial”. Both Lyra and Vega often say things like, “I am going to keep this toy/picture/stick until I die”. They think that means a very long time.

Wiggly

Goofing about with wiggly. Amazing spirit.

Walking the Walk

She is so tiny. Walking the walk. Jubilee. Olympics. Missed the lot.

Transfusion

Blood. This year has been all about blood. So much blood. Some days I felt I was totally seeing red. Literally. 18 transfusion to date.

Breakfast

This was Vega’s breakfast. And sometimes still is, though not so often anymore. Antibiotics, steroids, anti sickness and painkillers. And then cereal. (You should see what she has for dinner…)

Fairyland

This photograph became runner up in a photo competition and features in this years Children with Cancer calendar. Of course, sisters again. And who would have ever thought that we would feature in a calendar for a children’s cancer charity a year ago. It reminds me that life as you know it can change in the blink of an eye.

Hairless

All this time I have looked at Vega and always thought she was carrying this burden so well. She never looked as poorly as some of the other kids we saw at Kings or the Marsden. Then I found this picture. To me, here she really looks like a child that has cancer. Completely hairless. That cancer/chemo look.

First day at School

First day at school. What a milestone and she knew it too. Look how happy she is!

Being carried

This picture reminded me how much I carried her. I carried her around for most of the first part of the year, steroid fat and all. My back is ruined. She still tires easily and often asks to be picked up and carried up stairs etc but it is getting better. I am also looking at Alys again. The ‘baby’ in the buggy, Vega on my back.

Hair coming back

Hair is coming back and making such a difference to appearance. Now people actually ask me why I trimmed her hair so short, if they don’t know us, or haven’t seen Vega all bald.

4 Years old

Yes she is 4 years old now.

Bead Art

Beads have a new place. The string of 862 beads is over 8 meters long (about a meter per 100 beads) and it could not hang next to our kitchen door any longer. So here it is, the Art of Survival. With two self portraits below, Vega and Lyra.

Many things I have no pictures of but in my mind. And on we go for another year, collecting more pictures, beads and memories.

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