The year breaks down for us all into a lot of memorable dates and along with the old favourites like Christmas and our birthdays and the day the dog ate the hamster there are several significant dates for Simon and I and Felix and Rose - anniversaries we will never be able to walk away from. 21st March when we walked into Kings and came out two hours later completely different people with a daughter with cancer, 7th April when to the sound of her endless screaming she shattered her cancerous leg, 6th November eighteen months later when metastatic lung tumours were found and we knew we hadn't made it into the lucky 50 per cent, and now today 23rd June when finally the game is up. The radiographer at Kings was wrong. Rose's incurable cancer is back in her shoulder and also in her lungs.
There really isn't an awful lot to say - Maria says sorry several times and I tell her it's ok. I don't think she's sure if I've had a lobotomy or am just really well brought up.
