A long list of thanks

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Seth ringing the end of treatment bell

This has been an incredibly long journey for Seth and also for us. It’s not over yet but hopefully the worst is well behind us. We really could not have made it through this ordeal without the vast network of family, friends and colleagues who helped us along the way.

The list is too long and varied to thank everybody individually, and the names probably won’t mean anything to those who might read this blog in the future and are going through a similar situation. What will hopefully resonate are the acts of kindness and offers of help without which I have no idea how we would have made it through. So, to all of the below, from Seth and from us THANK YOU. (You know who you are).

We are so grateful and thankful to those who:

Looked after our children

Walked and fed the dog

Stayed overnight to help with early mornings

Ferried children to swimming lessons and other clubs

Visited Seth in hospital

Visited us in hospital

House sat

Created this blog site

Covered at work for us

Brought us many homemade meals

Understood and made allowances for what we as a family were going through

Texted/phoned and emailed support

Showed flexibility in arrangements and working hours

Bought Seth presents

Bought the other children presents

Offered their help even though we didn’t take you up on it (the offer is still appreciated)

Organised money making events

Prayed for us

       Were there for us all

Seth is doing amazingly. He’s put all of this behind him and is getting on with life, the way he should.

I heard the following words, they were written by Stephen King. I think this sums up our journey:

We did not ask for this room or this music; we were invited in. 
Therefore, because the dark surrounds us,
Let us turn our faces toward the light. 
Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. 
We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. 
We have been given life to deny death. 
We did not ask for this room or this music. 
But because we are here, let us dance.

Portofelice Camping Village, Eraclea Mare, nr Venice, Italy (yes, we made it on holiday!!!)