TICK, TICK, TICK

All done. That’s the first session complete. We’ve walked away with a suitcase full of pills that Sam has to take over the next couple of day (mostly anti sickness tablets) and a daily injection that I have to give her (apologies in advance babe xx). Sam’s ok considering the amount of toxic drugs she’s just been filled up with. She’s got a bit of a light woozy head and I think she’s developed chemo brain (bit like baby brain) quicker than she anticipated but the actual event was nowhere near as bad as she was dreading. Unfortunately, that was the easy part. The hard part starts now.

There is only one word I can use to describe the Macmillan ward that we’ve just been in, and that is “WOW”. First off it was packed. I can’t believe how busy it was. There were 3 rooms with 3 super recliners in each one (I wasn’t allowed to sit in one though 😦 ) and each recliner was taken by various patients, each of whom were accompanied by family members who were there for support. It’s only when you’re in the position that we’re in now that you see how brave people really are. The nurses and all of the volunteers that work in there make such a hard place so happy. Honestly, you would have thought we were in a bustling coffee shop as all of the people being treated would be chatting away and sharing stories with one another. The only thing that I found distracting and a bit off putting is that the man opposite us looked remarkably like Russ Abbott (ask your parents kids) . 😉

As for now, Sam is a living ticking time bomb. We are now at the mercy of the side effects. I keep looking at her to see what’s going to appear first. She’s ok at the moment (apart from the intense red wee) and I can see she’s getting more and more drowsy as the afternoon moves along. It’ll be interesting to see whether the vomit or the tiredness hits her first. It’ll be one or the other. Either that or she’ll start talking in a Jamaican accent by 6pm.