18 December 2019 Sophie started radiotherapy at the Royal Adelaide hospital on Monday and is coping amazingly with it (like she does with most things). I, on the other hand am struggling with the hour drive there and back. It feels like ground hog day. Everyday I wake her, change her nappy and put her in the car. We drive through peak hour traffic while she asks me lots of questions and tells me she's hungry. I continue to tell her I've packed her yoghurt and sandwich and we'll eat with the reindeers after she wakes up from having her special medicine. We check into the radiotherapy clinic, put on her name band and wait to be called. The anaethetist calls us in, Sophie puts her sticker on her countdown chart and climbs into my lap ready to be put to sleep. After about 20 minutes she wakes up with me next to her bed and climbs into her pram ready to go see our reindeer friends in the foyer. Tomorrow we will go and do the exact same thing again. 3 sessions down, 9 to go. Grateful it's not more.