Poor Remie. She is having a tough time of it. This morning she was screaming and throwing things at me and scratching Alex (yes, she is 6 1/2) and tonight she's been out of bed half a dozen times in an hour and a half complaining because she can't get to sleep then crying because she is afraid. When I tucked her in for the last time, put on some music and lay down with her, I reassured her that she is safe and that I lover her. "I know," she said. "I love you, too. I glued you in my heart." I cried.
I made an appointment for Remie and me to see one of the psychologists who works closely with patients at The Mater. She specialises in families and children affected by a parent's cancer. Unfortunately the earliest we could get in is 22nd March. I am hoping that she can help.
I had a Groundhog Day today. I expected to be feeling better so I dropped the kids off and went for a walk along the beach. When it was time to turn around and head back, I wished I could catch a lift. I came home and rested as I am still exhausted. My throat started to get sore tonight just like it did last round. I wish I could curl up in a ball and hibernate for the next few days, but I need to write my speech for my citizenship ceremony on Wednesday. There's my purpose for tomorrow.
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