Friday 6th March

We seem to wait longer than normal to be taken into the chemotherapy bay, where firstly bloods are checked, amazingly coming back in a little over fifteen minutes. All is good to go. We know what to expect, and two hours passes in no time.

The choice for dinner tonight is at a fish and chip restaurant on the way home. However, son orders sweet and sour chicken, enjoying most of it, then a knickerbocker glory, which really proved to be too much.

Tired and full, we drive home, back to our own beds.