So seriously, just how much more can my poor little chap take??? As Halloween approached I thought back a year when the whole 'year of sickness began'. He threw up at a friend's Halloween celebration and it kind of went from there! So this year it was fab to see a very healthy, very cheeky and a very happy vampire bat winging his way around the Halloween party stuffing himself full to bursting with hot dogs and cake. Of course he wasn't completely free...he did have a rash...yes another post viral one...covering every part of his body! He was happy enough! (and totally covered in his costume so that paranoid parents didn't see it and insist that he was quarantined! ;)
Such things are short lived for my Small at the moment it seems...just a few days in to November and he has a diagnosis of conjunctivitis...nothing serious but obviously annoying and infectious and he was also given cream for two small red spots on his chin. Wierdly they had arrived very suddenly and just as suddenly they spread and soon his face, fingers, hands and one ear were covered in revolting crusty ulcers that quite frankly made him look like he had the plague! It was indeed the delightful and highly contagious impetigo. Again he wasn't at all bothered by it...infact he was most distressed at having to take his revolting smelling/tasting antibiotic four times a day!
It was worth it though..my scabby fella is looking cute and handsome again.
Today I recieved my Meningitis Trust newsletter in the post and decided to have a little flick through with a cup of tea. I read an article about a couple, Judi & Richard Mills, who had lost their 4th and youngest child Harry to meningitis on 26th April 2007 (my birthday!). I found myself staring at the lovely picture of the handsome 11 year old whose life was taken so suddenly and tragically by the evil meningitis that tried to take my baby too. He looked so happy. I had to go and watch Herbie, who was having his nap, just stare at him and thank my lucky stars that he was able to beat it. The article just seemed to have so many 'small & to others no doubt insignficant connections to us'...youngest of 4 children, a boy, treated at the John Radcliffe hospital, died on my birthday and his love of sport encouraged his parents to also fundraise for The Youth Sport Trust where my sister in law works and which is currently fighting for its own survival after the recent spending review. So many similarities and yet one fundamental difference...I have my Small but the Mills family don't have Harry...I shed tears for them today...I can't begin to imagine the void in their lives. http://www.meningitis.org/book-of-experience/harry-mills-25156
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