A tough few weeks.

I was no way prepared for how tough the last intra-arterial chemo aftermath was going to be. When we were discharged from hospital on the Wednesday, I thought "Yes! All done, my little beast can get back to normal." But I was wrong. Since the Thursday, so nearly 3 weeks ago, Jacob's vision has quickly deteriorated to almost nothing. We've had so many bumps to the head, I've lost count. The worst being Jacob riding full speed on his scuttlebug into a concrete post outside our house. He's got a lovely, big graze on his forehead as a souvenir for that one. He screamed nursery down when I dropped him off on the Monday after. And he has NEVER cried. Why is it you feel like the worst mother ever when that happens? Anyway, he woke up on the Tuesday even worse so I kept him home for the day. Rich took a days holiday from work to stay home and help me as Jacob needs constant supervision. He still thinks he can run around like usual. His vision was poor after the first cycle, not the second, so I thought this would be a breeze. Nope. It's just heartbreaking to watch him feeling his way around. His depth perception has gone, so he's missing steps and kerbs too. If I could give him my eyes, I would in a flash. I spoke to his nurses at The Royal London Hospital and they've said just to keep and eye on him and it should slowly return to normal but after it wasn't improving, they pulled his appointment forward a week to last Wednesday. I felt sick with nerves the whole time, he was back from theatre quite quickly and wasn't too distressed which is always good. The doctor finally came to see us about 3 hours later, and said that Jacob's optic nerve is extremely swollen and he has alot of blood spots in his eye. They injected him with yellow dye to see how the blood flowed and it was quite restricted in his eye which means there isn't alot of oxygen getting to the muscles, making his vision bad as the eye can't work how it's supposed to. Jacob was an interesting shade when he came back around, and it wasn't until the doctor told us that we realised that was why! So, again we were told we will just have to wait and see what happens with Jacob's eye. The good news is that the tumour has responded "beautifully" to the IAC! Which is amazing. Fingers crossed that'll be the end of the horrible, little thing!

Jacobs consultant decided that Jacob should have a course of steroids to hopefully help speed up recovery on his eye. He is meant to have them for a week after IAC but it was in liquid form and we couldn't get him to take it no matter how much bribing we did. So they prescribed pills which we could crush up and put into anything. So, Jacob's been having 3 fruit shoots a day. Not the best but if it helps his eye recover quickly, I can deal with the rotting teeth after! I have managed to start putting his morning dose into his cereal which is great. We were told he would probably behave a bit wacky and have a crazy appetite with the steroids. Well, wacky doesn't even cover it. He has become a completely different child. He has not stopped crying, wanting to be carried everywhere and only by Rich. If I even touch him, he goes absolutely bananas. I think we've had about two smiles out of him in the last two weeks. It's absolutely breaking my heart to see him this way, and I keep having moments where I just cry. There's nothing we can do to make him feel better. Rich is back to work tomorrow and I am so nervous for the week ahead. I hate that I can't comfort him, and I hate that he doesn't want me to either. All I hope is that he goes back to the happy, cheeky little boy I had before all of this.

Jacob was 3 last Sunday. THREE! I can't believe it. He had an okay day, not like he would have if his vision was 100% but it was still nice. He asked for a roast dinner for dinner, Rich was very pleased! So we had family over and all had dinner and cake together. He got totally spoilt. Him and Alba had a joint party yesterday as she is one on Saturday. (Don't even get me started on that one, I've been an emotional wreck about that too.) Jacob had an okay time, he was glad to see some of his friends and they all played on his new trampoline. He got a bit overwhelmed which I expected, and he was absolutely shattered after and flaked on the sofa.

Today has been really tough again. I feel awful for Rich as he has had to take Jacob absolutely everywhere with him, to get a drink, to the toilet! It's insane. It was so draining for me when Rich wasn't home last week, and he's even worse this week so I dread to think how he feels. We have tried to leave Jacob to cry it out a little bit, but he gets in such a state and then Alba gets really upset. So we are just doing everything we can to try and keep him calm. Another side effect is that his appetite has increased, ALOT. The food that boy is shovelling away is crazy! I had to go to Tesco today to stock up on pretty much everything as he just hasn't stopped eating! I shouldn't complain as getting food into him is such a challenge. He is on these tablets until Friday, and I cannot wait for them to be out of his system and hopefully get back to normal. I miss my happy boy.

One down...

So intra-arterial chemo number one is done. It has been a stressful few days. But we are on the otherside. We left for Great Ormond Street on Tuesday morning, dropped Alba at my Dad's, which was absolutely awful. Her little face when I left killed me. I cried the whole way to the station. We got to the station to find that I didn't leave the house keys for my sister in law... I wanted to cry. I absolutely hate trains anyway and Jacob and Me had to leave then if we were going to make it on time. So Rich left and drove the keys back and planned to meet us at GOSH. The train ride there wasn't too bad and Jacob was really well behaved. The hardest part was carrying our bags. I didn't think Rich would feel too great about carrying my very floral, very girly Cath Kidston overnight bag so I took it with me. Jacob had an echo, which is basically an ultrasound on his heart, an ECG and something called Visual evoked potential (VEP) and electroretinogram (ERG) tests. They all went really well and Jacob sat really good for all of them. We were finished for the day by 3.30pm so after we went to our hotel, which GOSH had arranged for us. I'd really hoped we'd be staying in the hospital or the parents hotel next door but there wasn't room for us and as I'm such a wimp, I'd have felt much better there. The hotel was okay, but all I kept picturing was scenes from "The Shining." Yes, I'm dramatic.

As we had some time to kill, we went to Hamley's toy store and the Disney Store and Jacob absolutely loved it. He came away with a new Spiderman figure too which he was very pleased about.

Rich came home to Alba so left the hotel around 9pm. I'd hoped I would sleep really well as Jacob was in bed with me and I wouldn't have a night feed to do. However, the wacky city of London had other ideas. So many sirens!! I hardly slept at all and when my alarm went off at 6am, I wanted to cry. Jacob and me went back to the hospital and was given a room for the day on a ward. Rich ended up running really late and didn't make it in time to see Jacob before he went down to theatre. Jacob was sobbing and screaming for Rich on our way down to theatre which was awful, but once there he calmed down and went to sleep well. I got really emotional this time round, he's been put to sleep so many times but it's been a long time since it was going to be for an actual procedure. The doctors said he would be asleep for anything upto 3 hours so I went back to the hotel to wait for Rich, then we had some breakfast. Jacob and was gone for two and a half hours in total. He was really upset when he came round but after a drink and a big cuddle we managed to calm him down. He had to lay still for 3 hours afterwards which wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be. And we managed to get him to dose back off to sleep. I snuck in a nap too!

I was so excited to see Alba when we got home, I missed her so so much and everytime I spoke to whoever was looking after her, I could hear her crying. The worst time was when I called my dad, then Jacob did something so I shouted "be careful!" And Alba heard me and absolutely fell to pieces. Totally didn't help with the missing her! 

Jacob has been very emotional since Wednesday, and he woke up crying at 5 this morning and was really sick. I called the hospital just to see if this was normal and they said it's very unlikely to be connected to the chemo. But it seems too much of a coincidence to be a bug!? He's been fine since this morning. Not much of an appetite but definitely more himself.

I feel such relief now the first treatment is done. I know what to expect now. And as always, Jacob absolutely stuns me with how brave he is and how he takes everything in his stride.

Day 1.

Today was our first appointment at Great Ormond Street Hospital for Jacob's new treatment. My brother-in-law drove us today as we thought it was a quick consultation appointment, then he would wait and bring us home. That way we could also take Alba with us, meaning she had one less day of being looked after by someone. But, a quick appointment it was not! I didn't realise Jacob would be having bloods taken today so after his appointment being an hour late, we had to wait around for the numbing cream to take effect and then have his bloods taken. Over 3 hours in total. Add the two hours driving there and two hours home, well it was a very long day. Both kids did really well and it was quite a low stress day. I just felt awful for my poor brother-in-law waiting for us for all that time!

Rich said he felt alot more relaxed than he thought he would today, because we know the nurses on the ward and we know the hospital well. And I kind of see what he means, but I'm still so nervous about the procedure and keeping my little "twonado" still for four hours afterwards. I am armed with the iPad and Peppa Pig! I bought some colouring books and new pens to help keep Jacob occupied over the next couple of days, and I'll take some of his books and toys. And hope for the best!

I've climbed into bed early tonight as we have lots to do in the morning. We dont need to leave until around 11am so have plenty of time as the babies are normally up by 7am. I should do some of it tonight but all I can think about is sleep!

Lost.

I'm feeling quite lost again these last few days. Definitely like it's the beginning again. Even my mum said it feels like it. It must be the unknown. We haven't done this treatment before. We don't know what happens, what could happen, if he will lose his lashes or his eyebrows, or if it will even work. Jacobs consultant called from Great Ormond Street yesterday, and went through alot with us. The biggest bombshell was that he will be having an ECG and electrophysiology. We had no idea of this. It's standard procedure with this treatment. Another thing we didn't know. And apparently the electrophysiology can be painful. He will have those little pads put on his head and the electrical current will give them a detailed look at his eye and the vision in it. How it reacts. Another scary thing for Jacob to go through. Everyone keeps saying to me "it has to be done." Yes, it does, but until you have to watch your kid go through all of this, you have no idea how much you wish it didn't have to be done. How much you really wish you could take it away. How you would give up your eyes or your sight for them. How you'd be prodded and poked and put to sleep every other week instead of them. Parents would do anything for their children. I know every parent would. And the pain of having to watch your child go through something that you cannot take away is just incomprehensible. Every parent has been through it, I'm sure. But when it's your kid, you forget all the other parents and think of yours, how you would do it for them in a heartbeat. And you do feel like no one understands. And perhaps that's self centred. But I don't have the time to think of that. I am concentrating on keeping my kid happy. You block out your pain and upset and just try to act like everything is normal. Although I think it is normal to Jacob now. Every morning he wakes up and the first thing he says is "Can we go to the hospital?" I can't decide if it's cute or sad.

We went to Moorfields Eye Hospital on Thursday for Jacobs first appointment with his new prosthetist. My mum came with me as I was crazy enough to think taking Alba and the pram on the tube would be a piece of cake. The journey was absolutely vile and the way the TFL staff spoke to us was horrendous. When asking for help up the stairs after being told that we'd have to wait for a less busy train as we had a pram, we were told "It's not in our job description." Eventually someone helped us and we managed to get to street level and get a taxi. Still stressful. But we got to Jacobs appointment, even if we were 20 minutes late. His new prosthetist Nick was really lovely and he spent so much time perfecting Jacobs new eye. And really made effort with Jacob too which was great as he felt relaxed. He took a mould of Jacob's socket so hopefully the eye should be a perfect fit. He gets it in about 6 weeks. I'm so excited. The journey home wasn't half as bad, mainly because it wasn't very busy and we chose to get a taxi and go from Liverpool Street station which was much more pram friendly.

We are off to Great Ormond Street Hospital in the morning for Jacobs first appointment. Then back on Tuesday until Wednesday. It's going to be a very busy week. I am so worried about leaving Alba as she is such a mummy's girl and in all honestly, she's quite hard work so I always worry if she's left with someone. It's so much upheaval for both of the kids. And I am dreading staying overnight in GOSH on Tuesday night. Again, it's all the unknown. I'm sure I'll feel better when the first one is done and I know what to expect.

Hating the world.

It's very rare that I cry about Jacob being poorly anymore. It's been part of our lives for so long that it is just that, life. But last night and tonight I've cried alot. He will be having the intra-arterial chemo as his next line of treatment. Even though I know we're not, it somehow feels like we are back at the beginning. It is probably the impending 3 weekly trips to Great Ormond Street again, the word "chemo" again, the worry again. I feel so sad again. I know a few people who are going through something huge and life changing at the moment and none of it for the better and all I can think is, "how can life be so cruel?" I didn't want to be all doom and gloom on this blog, but I also started it as a sort of diary. And today is a "hate the world" day. Tomorrow probably will be too. All I want to do is scoop Jacob up and cuddle him until it all goes away. But that wouldn't work. Mainly because you can't keep that boy still for more than thirty seconds. And because sitting around hating the world won't make anything better. Jacob is still a completely normal two (almost 3!) year old little boy. And I want him to carry on with his normal life, not to see his Mum miserable and world hating. So the hating is just here for you to read. And if you don't want to read it, come back next week when I might be feeling more positive. I'll try and have something happier to write about. Truth is, I have lots of nice things to write about. The amazing support we have received from friends and family. The kind words. The offers of help. But right now, I just want to get the not so nice off my chest.

Another short blog. But I wanted to write something. And now I'm going to go scream into my pillow...just joking. I need sleep. And I'm sure one of my little monsters will be awake soon enough. Catch the winks while you can and all that...