Highs and Lows

We just had the most extraordinary weekend of highs and lows. Quiet and early shabbat dinner with Annabel and kids. They loved seeing each other and tasting Julie's cocoa cola chicken. Ruben managed bat mitzvah service and party and special sleepover with g'ma and g'pa, but was in hospital Sunday complaining of sore chest and feeling unwell. Sent home with antibiotics. But poorly through the Janoffs bringing us tea and homemade mince pies and pumpkin loaf from the allotment as they graciously adapted to a change of plan.

But he was back again by evening with a soaring temperature and definite chest infection. He slept there last night. Home tonight. Our plans for a full week at school thwarted again. 

But all this illness and feeling terrible has lost the fear and uncertainty it had before. We can bear it now. 

D and R fed up that their plans and desires sometimes get pushed aside. They're being patient and sweet on the whole. Even though Dora frequently complains; 'it's not fair my brother has cancer...' The full meaning of which  is heavy with complexity. But they still worry about him.

Dora:  'Is it frightening that he has a chest infection?'

Me: No, it's expected.

Dora: Then why the fuss? 

After months of no temperature. The 37.8 Celsius was our sign to get him  to the Whittington. He was particularly vigilant.

I am preparing for Chanukah with a frantic last minute online shop for lots of small bits and one Spurs kit. I feel bad I didn't go for the personalised name now ...

I hope we manage to let the light in, and do a bit of re dedication here at home. Tomorrow's first night seems auspicious.