Poppyjazz

Whilst so much has happened, it hasn’t been with cheer, nor smiles, nor laughter.  The time wasn’t right to share.

Little Poppy, our little cup of pink fizz that sparkles with so much energy and love was officially ”worked up” in June to take her place on the transplant list.  From here, there is no turning back, sauf, a miracle.  There is only one road ahead, it heads in only one direction.  The need is to arrive at the destination with enough fuel left in the tank to turn the corner again.

Whilst everyone expected it, it was a hard, heavy blow, the strongest to take.  Absolutely, heart stoppingly, guttering. 

Then, she went home, school broke up for a two week break and last week she turned an amazing eight years old.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPPY, hippip-hooray, hippip-hooray…..you look like a monkey and you smell like one too!!!!

Having passed her seventh birthday in Westmead having tests, it was negotiated to delay Poppy’s return to Sydney last week and have a birthday free of needles, tubes, doctors, nurses, pricks and probes.

Yet, it could only be delayed so much, and yesterday Poppy returned to Sydney to undergo more assessments to establish what has happened in the past month.  Here-in begins the road ahead. 

It is taking it’s toll, she is reluctant to talk on the phone, she is quieter.  The spark isn’t there this week.