Cross your fingers...

Sorry I've been a bit quiet on the blog this week. I'm worried sick about my friend's little boy. He's having a lumbar puncture today. They've had to bring in an anaesthetist from Great Ormond Street Hospital, as their own didn't feel happy about anaesthetising such a young child. Now they've got a specialist and hopefully, once they have the spinal cord sample, they'll be closer to finding out what is wrong. There have been murmurs of spinal meningitis, and a different type of leukaemia. He's such a gorgeous little boy, silvery-fair hair, blue-grey eyes. Mr G calls him Hellboy and we're used to seeing him running and jumping all over the place, but over the last few weeks I have only seen him lying pale and inert in his car seat, seeming almost too weary to open his eyes. It's his mum's 40th birthday soon and she was planning a big party. Let's hope she will have something even bigger to celebrate - her son's recovery.