This blog and the earlier blog record a year of being a parent of a child with cancer. It started as a way for me to try to make sense of the fears for the major brain operations that were the boy's best chance of a longer life. It followed the operations, chemotherapy and the highs and lows of everyday life when your child has cancer. In the end, despite everything, they were ultimately unsuccessful and so this blog ends with the boy's death and funeral. We will have to find a way of carrying on without him.
It's now time for the boy and little panda to wave goodbye and go and hide.