Wednesday 23 November 2016 saw Ryan's first check-up with the GP nurse since being discharged after his emergency surgery, which is a whole other story that I will tell in a separate post titled Peritonitis.
On the way to the GP surgery in the car, Ryan begins a conversation and it goes something like this:
Me: You need to write us a blog post-Ryan about your cancer, can we do that?
Ry: Cancer sucks, don't get it!
Me: That's it? That's your advice for anyone reading our blog. I doubt anyone reading this is actually looking for ways to get cancer.
Ry: I had so many problems growing up, trying to cope with my autism and now this lymphoma thing. I haven't been a very good child, have I?
Me: Don't ever say that. You are perfectly awesome. You have been dealt a poor hand of cards, I won't lie and you need to bluff your way through.
Ry: I know what you mean mum. I am going all-in on a high card.
How amazing is this 15-year-old boy? A survivor that is wise beyond his years. My hero.