21 January 2014
Today was the first day of my wife’s chemotherapy. I was quite surprised when we got there at how people were so friendly and generally chatting with each other, I expected that people would have been trying to avoid germs at all possible costs.
We were lucky to have a friend to leave our dear child overnight so that he wouldn’t bring or take germs to or from the ward.
It is hard to put into words just how brave I think my wife has been by choosing to go through this for us.
On the day, we had to go to the Ashford Ward at the King Edward VII hospital in Windsor. So far we’ve been there several times for screening and consultations, so I’m aware that the car park can get a little congested. On this day, it was worse than a nightmare. We arrived around 10:00 or just after. We circled the car park and a I dropped the Mrs at the Parapet (the screening centre) for some final observations before getting the OK to begin chemotherapy whilst I continue to look for a space to park in. At around 10:20 I was still circling so picked the Mrs up on the next loop and continued to try and park. Once or twice around more and I told her to go to the centre as someone’s sure to leave soon so that I can park. At around 11:20-11:30 I was able to park and then go to see her before treatment begins.
This hospital does not have a suitable car park. Had I known this I may have chosen to use public transport, oh wait, would have tried to use public transport in a oxygen bubble to prevent germs getting to us. Car does seem the only sensible solution, even taxis can be a bit mucky so not feasible.