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The age of yes

Last week Asa had a spurt of language development.
Since about 11 months old, he's gotten by with only a couple of words, mostly Mama and Dada (though he understands far more).
This past week he more than doubled his repertoire, adding Yes (and its Amharic equivalent, Awo), No, and Oh dear.
Of these words, the one he uses most is Yes.
Ask him anything -- say anything with rising intonation at the end of the phrase -- and "Yeh" is what he'll most likely say in response (often followed by laughter).

Folk knowledge and parenting books have prepared us for the Terrible Twos, an age when "No" becomes children's favourite word, and they refuse to cooperate in any plans they haven't hatched themselves.
Asa won't be two for another 4 or 5 months, and hopefully he'll skip the terrible part. In any case we're enjoying his willingness to go along with our plans for the time being.
His tolerance was clear last Friday, on our night walk across London.
I wa…

A new strategy

Last Wednesday’s visit to the hospital was the first time Asa has shown distress when he’s seen doctors and nurses.
As soon as a nurse began to escort us towards the place where his vision was going to be assessed, he started to cry -- anticipating what was coming (stinging eye drops, anaesthetic gas, soreness…).
An exam under anaesthetic (EUA) later that day showed that although his left eye is stable, there is continued tumour activity in his right eye.
This is pretty much the same story as for each of our EUAs since the end of systemic chemotherapy.
Up until now, the new tumours seemed to be treatable with cryotherapy. But this time the previous session’s cryo didn’t seem to have worked so well. “Itisn't controlling things enough," the ophthalmic surgeon Mr Sagoo told us.
“We have to think of another strategy.”
The possibility that Asa might receive IAM was mooted back in July, and since then the doctors have debated whether or not it was warranted.
IAM -- intra-arterial m…