What we didn't know was that this was to be our last ever Christmas together ,and what a way to spend it.
Tony was given a lumber punch and the 'Red' drug,on return from theatre we were told that he had everybody laughing because of his humour, he had apparently told the nurses that he was a 'drug pusher' for the last 15 years pushing sherbet dips,caffeine and salt and pepper. It was so funny to listen to him, it was of course a side effect of the drugs he had been given but it just brought out a little more of his sense of humour.
As the day progressed so did the reality that we would be spending this Christmas in this sad old dingy building with all the other sick kids and their families.
Many were give a reprieve and allowed to return home for a few days, but not Tony whilst all his friends were out having a good time he was fighting for his life.
For me...what can I say,how can I explain to you how I felt. I had one son possibly dying in front of my eyes and another 125 miles away in possible danger of another sort. As a Mum I felt useless that I couldn't help either of my boys as I should have been able to.
Laurrie was slap bang in the middle and so it was down to me to put on that brave face and false smile to try to make us all believe that it would come good in the end.