Good news

I visited Steve and Rachel this morning, to find out how the very brief honeymoon had gone and how Rachel was feeling. Now that the wedding and baptism is over, I rather expected some fallout in her physical condition, but not a bit of it.

They had a wonderful two days at the hotel, who had upgraded them to an executive suite, presented them with a bottle of champagne, and produced room service for all their meals.

Rachel was able to eat a full meal for the first time in over a week. She had been existing on half a slice of dry toast, which was all she could manage without throwing up, but the doctor has altered her steroids and she hasn’t been sick since her wedding day. The headaches are not quite so bad either, so at the moment, things are looking better.

Yesterday was little Sam’s first birthday, and they managed a party for him with the grandparents. He’s nearly walking, pulling himself up on the furniture and walking round it.

The Willow Foundation, which provides relief for terminally ill 18-40 year olds, has stumped up for a family holiday for Steve, Rachel, Sam and the grandparents, so Rachel’s next goal is the last week in October, when they’ll go to the coast locally for a week spent in three static caravans.

They’re making such good memories, and Rachel is writing to all of her friends before she dies. Isn’t that great?