The nice part of today was whizzing round town picking up all the things we need for Alice coming home on Saturday. All the things we should have bought ages ago but didn't because... well, because we're like that. And so what?
The bad part of today was hearing from the doctor who said that the radiologist - the fella who did Maggie's MRI scan - believes that the damage is more severe, rather than mild.
So what we have left is hope. And disbelief. Because when we see her it just seems impossible that there's anything wrong with her. Impossible and not right and not fair.
Thank you for the wonderful comments yesterday. They really did help.
Especially this, from Ian:
"...what im trying to say is the consultant looked at the scan and said if izzy wasnt stood there I'd say from this scan that this child would never walk."
Like I said, hope.