So, I am sitting by the swimming pool watching Evie swim. I feel relaxed (not something I feel very often at the moment) having had a lovely day out with the kids at Fort Nelson, followed by a quick trip to QA for a routine blood test before Seth goes back into hospital tomorrow. I am chatting to a friend and don’t notice my phone ring. A while later it rings again and as I pick it up I notice a variety of missed calls from the hospital and Ivan. I quickly call Ivan back and with his first sentence my world comes crashing down – ‘Seth’s bloods are not good enough, he can’t start chemo tomorrow’!
So many thoughts, my brains doesn’t know where to start….
Firstly, how are his bloods not good? They were fine last week and he has had a transfusion, what has happened? Does this mean the cancer is spreading ?
Secondly, does delaying chemo mean that it won’t be as effective, does this reduce his chances of beating this?
Thirdly, how much risk have I put him at taking him to Fort Nelson when he was completely neutropenic?!
Lastly, how on earth do we cope with Chemo next week? Ivan has this week booked off work to look after the kids while I go into hospital but he won’t get another week off. With no Grandparents around (all on much deserved holidays) and three other kids to sort what do we do
So, what have I learnt today? My mistake was to think I understood this illness and how it works, to think we had found a routine we could work with. Today has taught me that there is nothing routine about Cancer or the medicine that goes with it. So for now we wait…