Wednesday 17th December
The final two days of term pass quickly. On Wednesday I drive to the hospital to visit with my son and husband, staying for a few hours, then back home to a dark house. Thursday we do a swap, I stay in the hospital whilst my husband comes home.
Friday morning sees us discharged early and we head for home. My son is so tired and spends the next three days in bed, eating very little and being sick. The chemotherapy seems to have hit him hard this time. He wants to eat, but can’t keep food down and says he has a metallic taste in his mouth.
By Monday he has perked up a little, and we actually manage some fresh air and a slow walk down to the town. This has done him good, and he finishes the day with some tomato soup.