Staying strong

Ok, so little tree has visibly become weather-beaten. I noticed today when I was cutting the grass that leaves were curling and the top ones had become wind-singed. It alarmed me, I won't lie.

But as I stared at it, I noticed also that the wooden steak was steadfast, holding our little tree firmly in its growing position. Moreover, I noticed what the jasmine behind it was doing. And that was clinging on, firmly tight, to the trunk - reaching, clinging, holding up our tree up. Supporting. Cuddling. Backing it battle against the elements.

And this is what our family and friends do, daily. I've written about how much love and support we've had but here's a graphic representation of how we're coping through cancer:

Thank you for holding us up, for supporting, for feeding, for believing. We're thankful for life and growth and for our tomorrows. 

Man creaks when he stands up, we're not sure why. All meds from Round 2 are now finished and we're eagerly awaiting Tuesday's oncology appointment for answers. Perhaps all we'll get from it is posh coffee and steroids but we wait anxiously for reasons why Man's mobility is getting worse. 

Hang tight, cos we are!