A Letter From Alison...

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Thank you all so much for all the kind thoughts and prayers you have sent our way in the past few weeks. I am still in Alder Hey Childrens Hospital with my little angel and though it can't be helped I wanted to tell you how sorry I am that BrocanteHome has come to such a sudden holt.

As most of you know Finley has been a little unwell for a while: not in a dramatic way, but just not himself, and if you look at the photograph above you will see that his stomach is bloated more than it should be, and this little beer belly is the cause of all our worries...

This week has been the scariest of my life, but as each serious illness is ticked off we are beginning to feel calmer and it is entirely possible that he may be suffering from something as simple as a very constipated tummy: but until all the tests are complete we can't be sure.The Doctors have been wonderful, and as Alder Hey is famous for, have taken the upmost care with our precious little boy. He isn't in any pain at all, and he is, as always an absolute joy: kissing the nurses Good Morning, and as protocol demands shaking the hand of the rather stuffy consultant, and giggling whenever he calls him "Sir".  In short, he seems to view our ward, and teeny tiny room as our holiday home and is having a fine old time, though even he agrees the food isn't up to much!! 

If only I felt the same. The past six nights have been hell. I am exhausted and empty and frightened and bored. Wonderful as it is, the NHS works at a snails pace and the facilities leave a lot to be desired (my bed is in a cupboard!!). There is only so much puttering you can do on an ugly hospital ward, however the routines and rituals I adore are the mainstay of a childrens ward and I am starting to look forward to tea and toast time with glee...

We are ok. So please don't worry. Whatever it is, the doctors assure me that it is fixable and in the end all I care about is that after having been rehydrated, Finley, though lacking in energy due to the fact that he can't eat, is in essence back to his scrumptious little self, and each night I am having the sheer joy of lying next to my little boy and listening to him breathe as we sleep...

Nothing lasts forever: thats what I keep telling myself- we'll be home before we know it and life will return to normal. Bear with me?