Friday 13th February
Here we are again. In the day case ward. But this time we seem to wait for ages. Bloods are taken to be checked, and eventually come back with haemoglobin levels of 124. Three hours to wait, just for fifteen minutes of bleomycin. Son is so incredibly patient. No moans or whines.
We end the evening with a meal in Brewer’s Fayre. Son’s choice, but it isn’t too bad, and he’s actually feeling quite chipper.
One week later, it’s deja vu: same place, same time, same chemo.
This time we have a meal on the way home at Pizza Hut. Son eats a fairly good portion, followed by ice-cream. The most I’ve seen him eat for ages.