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This blog started as an online diary and place for me to rant about annoyances in my family.

However since July it has become a place for me to catalogue and express my views and opinions on the treatment I have recieved following the diagnosis of a potentially cancerous tumor in my bowel.

On 3rd August 2011 I was told that it was cancerous. In April 2012 I was given the all clear.

October 15th 2013 I was diagnosed with peritoneal disease and liver metastases. The cancer was back and this time it is inoperable.

It is a little bit out of date as the NHS doesn't tend to have a WiFi connection in hospital and I can only post when I get home and posts take a while to write.

It is NOT about individuals or the nursing profession. It is about some of the inadequacies in the system and the way the NHS is failing some people.

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Sunday, 16 January 2011

Climbing

I seem to have created monsters rather than children. 


As a type littlest hayllar is copying her brother climbing into the book box (obviously easier to read sitting on the books and surrounded by them). She has just stepped off the side of the box and is now currently sitting on my lap startled.


Not content with that type of climbing she can do stairs (at 10.5 months I ask you), into laundry baskets (empty or full she isn't fussy).


Yesterday, however was the piece de resistance. 


Isaac and Imogen decided that the carpet in the living room was not nearly colourful enough. They emptied 6 shelves of DVD's and spread them all over the carpet. Isaac realised that he could build towers with them and made a series of steps up so that Imogen could help him out and she looked very pleased with herself.


There is a cautionary tale here as well. During lunch I did what I often have to do and loaded the dishwasher, I can see the table when I come back through and I happened to see my daughter had climbed out of her highchair (she had been strapped in) and was helping herself to grapes from Isaacs box.


Climbing children,  the bane of my life. Now off to purchase a new stairgate for the bottom of the steps