Bugz Playpark

Carien and I went to Bugz today.  It is a playpark / entertainment area / party venue close to us.  A school friend of her’s had her birthday party there.  It was the first time that we were there since 13 December 2008.  1o days before Woutertjie was diagnosed.  I barely managed to breathe as the two of us walked in.

It was in the same indoor area that we were when Woutertjie was nauseous the very first time.  He didn’t actually vomit.  I ran with him to the bathrooms (past the food stalls on the left, up the ramp, zig-zag-ing through the jumping castles, left into the corridor, left into the bathroom, far-right cubicle), where he was heaving but nothing more.  And I scolded him.  Because he was miserable and moody and ungrateful and difficult the whole day until then and it was enough.  So I told him to either vomit or stop being silly.

10 days later he was in hospital with a drip in his arm.

1 day after that we heard he had cancer.

The day after that, on Christmas day, we rushed him to hospital – barely responsive with fever – where he stayed until New Year’s.

A week after that he started with chemo and vomited daily.

I am so glad today wasn’t 13 December 2008.