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Date: 18 February 2004 13:06:38
It set off yesterday afternoon, but never arrived. My phone seems to be quite happy to allow me to compose a message of more than 255 characters - maybe it was too big for its boots.
But daughter's mask fitted perfectly, despite a bump on her forehead acquired when she walked into a door last week. Yesterday wasn't easy for her. We had to leave her in the room on her own, with the mask clamped over her face, as she lay flat on her back on a platform which shifted backwards and forwards. This was a CT scan, required for planning the treatment. I could speak through a microphone, and tried to help by starting to tell the story of David and Goliath. But as long as I had the 'speak' button pressed, we wouldn't be able to hear anything she was saying.
Abigail's mask was also a perfect fit, and daughter was able to take it home with her. To-day she's taken it to show her friends and her teacher at school. Her proper teacher, whom she likes, is off sick this week. Son isn't too pleased that his sister got a mask to take away with her, and he didn't.
And it seems that there is an outbreak of scabbery on the wibsite. My union, the AUT, is planning a strike next week, but I shall be working as normal. It seems to me wrong, when my employer is being particularly supportive towards all that I have to do in the circumstances of daughter's illness, to be taking part in a 'damaging' strike.