Good news/Bad news.

The good news:

Despite being ridiculously beautiful and doll-like, my 6-month-old neice was born with a cleft palate and lip. She had the lip 'corrected' (though I don't like that word) very early on but had to wait 'til now to have the first of a series of operations to build a full palate. Basically a small piece of bone is taken from her leg and used to make a new palate (aka the roof of the mouth.)

This first operation occurred last week and was a success and Kimberly is now recovering well - as is her parents and brother and sister! It was a smooth procedure but the aftermath was pretty horrendous for all concerned. I won't go into detail as I don't have my sister's permission, but suffice to say one particular junior doctor was severly told-off by an angry nurse. It may be a while before he goes near a baby with an intravenous drip again!


The bad news:

Two people I know well are seriously ill. One with breast cancer complications and another who's only just been diagnosed with a brain tumour, after having had his lung removed, due also to cancer.

It makes you re-evaluate everything- and makes you feel useless. All Heals and I can really do is pray, so we will.

Bizarre Observation #1

Running upstairs quickly in a dressing gown/robe and slippers makes you fell a bit like a jedi knight...or maybe it's just me?


Yeah, you all laugh now but you'll be trying it...