Back home

Today we fly back home to the UK.  As we head off in our taxi on our way to the airport, we wave goodbye to Sue and Keith and the house we have lived in for the past 2 months and feel quite sad to be leaving.  Although very happy that Zac has now finished active treatment, we will once again be entering a transition period where we must readjust to life back at home.  He will see his oncologist for regular check-ups and will have 3 monthly MRIs for the next 2 years, but it does feel strange that he's no longer having any active treatment.  He’s had everything he can have now, so now it’s in the hands of fate, and we just must watch and wait.

The journey home was less traumatic than the journey there, although Zac has some more energy so there’s more chair kicking and shouting!  Landing in Newcastle, getting in the airport, seeing so many people bustling about, all the traffic, feels so surreal.  This year we have lived in our little bubble and now we are emerging, blinking and weary into the big wide world.  Initially our house doesn’t feel like our home anymore, all the stuff inside doesn’t feel like ours.  Seeing all Zac’s old clothes and toys makes us remember the time before he was diagnosed and there is a definite sense of before and after.  This is our after, and the past few months have changed us all.