Wednesday 8th January
What a horrid experience for son’s day unit appointment this time round!
I was working, so husband and son got to the hospital at 9:30am, thinking it would be a couple of hours of chemotherapy.
But son had a temperature, high blood pressure, too high pulse, bloods were low, and he was extremely dehydrated. He needed loads of fluids before they gave him any chemotherapy: four hours of hydrating saline first. They eventually got home at 6:30pm after a long and tiresome day.
Son also has been prescribed sleeping pills to get him through the night; he has been quite tired and sicky over the last few days.
He really, really wants to eat, but then can’t as the taste or texture makes him retch. He is getting quite upset and scared.
Sometimes he gets cross, sometimes he just wants to hide away.
It’s dreadful to see him struggle.