Yesterday was the hardest day of my life. The past week has not been good.
Thursday - Mick attended the Hospice Day Care, I went to pick up 9 year old grandaughter (70 miles away). On arriving home I received a call to say he was coming home on the ambulance bus instead of the normal volunteer's car. At home he told me that the doctor had wanted to admit him to the ward but he'd refused.
Friday - Had a call…
All went well with hubby's first chemo yesterday - the only hiccup being that there was no parking spot outside the unit so I had to drop him off, then drive round the hospital to find a place and leg it back. Lo and behold as I arrived at the unit doors I espied a parking space!
Once treatment started hubby realised he had made a mistake with the reading material - a newspaper, too big to handle. Instead he dozed…
Tomorrow Mick (hubby) starts his "pallative" chemo. We are so unsure what to expect regards side effects, but then so is everyone in this position. I know he is concerned because the information given says that it can cause breathlessness - when he is so breathless to start with. He is also keeping a lot to himself, I know he doesn't want to worry me, but it still doesn't stop me having sleepless nights.…
