He's lost his hair. Cancer the worst hairdresser.

We knew it would happen, we were told by the doctors.
And now it has happened.
His once mane of strawberry blond hair has become  a gossamer like film covering his white head.
And he's more tired too. This morning Lucas had his sixth radiotherapy treatment.
Peter and I weren't there, we were travelling up on the train it was left to his mum Eileen to accompany him down to the bowels of the hospital where the staff are doing everything possible to save our young man.

Peter and I arrived just as Lucas was coming around from the anaesthetic. He blinked and smiled then blinked and sighed. Saying he was tired.
No sooner had we dispensed of our winter coats when the catering staff arrived with breakfast and lunch.
No problem for Lucas.
He shuffled into position, bleary but determined. Food, after all, is  his passion. After asking for  his sausage to be sliced up he dived into the cooked breakfast with partial gusto.
Then lunch....beef casserole with dumplings and veggies.
 No-one could face pud after that. Could they?
Yes. Lucas could and did. Chocolate pudding and custard.

After catching up with the weekend news Eileen left and Peter, Lucas and I fought our way through the London crowds to reach Sainsburys.
Lucas had got dressed after his food and donning his new hat and coat demanded to be taken out.
What do you do? Say no?
No you steel yourself and go with Lucas's flow.

Strolling around Sainsburys we could see that Lucas wasn't really with us. He didn't talk much.  Not demanding everything on the shelves. He was feeling the effects from a week of treatment. And as I struggled with the self service check out Lucas kept silent. I could only think of one thing to say as we stepped out and into the rain.
"Want ice cream?
And so withing a few minutes we three stood in McDonalds. Lucas and I eating vanilla ice cream and dad Peter searching his innards for light in this darkest of places...

Outside sat a homeless man. A grubby blanket tucked under  his chin gazing hopefully at passers by.
his knees drawn up.... and as usual Pete popped into the shop next door and bought the guy a drink.
An Oasis. The guy looked stunned. And after thanking Pete, he asked US if we were ok. If our boy was going to be alright.
A tender uplifting moment.

And Lucas is now asleep and Pete too is trying to sleep.
I've been shopping online.
As if three pairs of earrings will make cancer disappear.