11 February 2014
We were really lucky to be able to have a friend look after our dear child for the day, this was a real help as I’ve found it near impossible to locate a child minder who can do ad-hoc care, they all want permanent block bookings.
Amazingly I managed to get the car parked on the first circuit of the car park at 10:30, absolutely amazing, nothing short of a miricle.
Dear wife booked in at reception when she arrived at the Ashford suite for her FEC-T chemical therapy immediately upon arrival. We sat down and waited in the seating area provided. Midday came and went. I became restless. A couple had a domestic about the waiting times. I became even more restless. I moaned about not having a laptop and got a bit frustrated when I saw an unused power socket, reminding me about the laptop that I could be using.
So, we could no longer remain British, we had to chuck our heritiage aside and complain about the waiting. Queueing is a big part of our culture, it dates back to rationing where we did the radical thing of mixing queuing with socialising. It’s taken the world by storm, but we’re best at it.
Turned out that the blood results were not what was needed and the Doctor must be called to see if we’re ok to proceed with the poison.
There were more surprises, the Doctor only works a half day, so at 14:30 there was difficulty contacting him. All the while, hoping that dear child isn’t acting up. Somewhere around this time or earlier one of the chemo nurses came to us and said that we’d be seen in around half an hour…
Around 15:30 we were finally seen. Dear wife is using one of the new fangled Paxman cap coolers. It’s really an Air Conditoning unit that circulates coolant around the scalp, in theory chilling the blood vessels so less of the toxic chemicals get absorbed.
We left around 18:00 to collect our dear child. Luckily there was no sick tonight.