Round 2 of chemo...

Monday 11 Feb.
We were up at 4.30 this morning to get ready for the 7am appointment at Peter Mac to get Simon's port put in his chest. We waited for about 4 hours, then he went off to surgery. Once more all of the staff were so friendly. I sat in the waiting area listening to different people talking about their various cancers. It is pretty interesting going through this in a hospital where all of the patients are affected by cancer, seeing all kinds of people living with cancer. It is a surprisingly happy hospital.

Just over one hour later a person from surgery called my name, I waved and she came over and leant towards me, for about 2 seconds I thought she was going to tell me something had gone wrong, but she just told me that he would be going straight up to ward 9 to be admitted for chemo, so that was abit of a relief! She probably likes to scare people.

The room mate this time, Jeff is quite the chatter box. He's pretty nice though and has a kind of sarcoma that is usually found in women, and has only a 1 in 4 million chance of a man getting it, so he must feel special.

The nurses were lovely again. We were allowed to go and have a coffee before he got hooked up to fluids in preparation for chemo. Carolyn came in and we had a lovely time at a cafe next door. Then back for chemo. The chest port is a wonderful invention. I can't go into too much detail because it is rather disgusting. It's inside his chest and hooks into part of the muscle of his chest, then they stitch it over so it doesn't flip over inside him. It has a metal bit to stop the needle going too far, and I think I was fainting for the rest of the information session on it. Anyway, it basically means that for blood tests or any needle, it just goes through this one special port.

I left soon after this to get the kids from mum. It was sad leaving. Tonight Daisy wanted a "huggle" from daddy, so he said goodnight to them on the phone. Simon felt pretty sad hearing how they missed him. Daisy is desperate to visit him every day. She asked why he couldn't have the medicine to make his leg better at home. We will miss him not being here, but we prayed for this to be a nice day (wondering if that was too ridiculous) and it was (ridiculously nice!).

Now he will be in for most of the week until the chemotherapy drug leaves his body. Fortunately lovely Jane is staying here each night until he comes home so that the boogey man doesn't get me.