My good friend

I was devastated to learn that my good friend succumbed to infection and AML-M7 last night. He was a cheerful, active and intelligent boy. His daddy says we have a lot in common (other than just having AML-M7). He loved his pillows, Elmo, said "no" very often, pointed at everything, and enjoyed throwing things onto the floor pretending to be surprised. I guess we will never be able to play rugby together or go to school together. But I'm happy that he does not need to suffer any more, having gone through so much in the past two months. I drew a picture for my friend last night. It was my very first drawing and I hope he likes it. Mummy put it next to him as he lay eternally asleep, peacefully. He looked very handsome in his Diesel outfit. Mummy had a strange dream last night. She saw a little boy in pyjamas, with a halo above his head. She has never seen anything more beautiful. I guess you came to say goodbye and to tell us that you are now happy. We will all miss you.

I am still waiting to be ready for my fourth round of chemo. While my platelet count has gone through the roof, now over twice the top of the normal range, my Neutrophil count dropped further to just 0.11. I am hoping things will return to normal by the end of the week. Meanwhile, I am eating well and have put on over a kilogram in the last couple of weeks (you can't expect any less with Mummy eagerly trying to stuff me with heaps of porridge, milk and cereal!).