Cycle 7 of 9

It's all a bit wierd being here at the Marsden instead of Bristol and it almost feels like we're starting all over again. In Bristol, we know what the nurses require from us in terms of keeping a check on what Leo drinks and eats, his nappies for weighing, also check for things going in and out and making sure he is not getting dehydrated ... which would be pretty impossible anyway as the amount of fluids they run through for the first 24 hours and then the second day for 18 hours would prevent any dehydration. We also know where things are such as sick bowls, rubber gloves and which nurse is the one to ask for x, y and z... In Bristol they also do no put up the Ifosfimide (one of the chemo drugs) overnight as it can cause swelling of the brain and so is quite dangerous, but because we're in a cancer hospital, they are able to do this anytime as they have more chemo trained nurses on overnight.

This therefore means that Leo's main chemo did not start until nearly midnight last night. I'd already asked the doctors and nurses here to ensure Leo has all three lots of anti-sickness and have them staggered so as he's always covered (whereas in Bristol they already know all about how sick Leo gets). I'd also warned them (in a nice way, hopefully not a neurotic mum way!) that as soon as the Ifosfimide goes up and he's connected to it, he'll be sick. The nurse thought he was too young for this to happen as it normally happens in adults when they know they're being given toxic stuff. Lo and behold, Leo was asleep so did not know the Ifos had gone up and he was very sick. The nurses had never seen this before and especially in a child so young.

We had been hoping to have a 'normal' day tomorrow once chemo finished and Leo was discharged, but he now won't leave here until about 6 or 7pm tomorrow so only a few hours overnight until we're back again for four more and the final sessions of radiotherapy.

Leo is such an inspiration. I know we hear this type of glib stuff said about people all the time these days, but even when he's being sick, he doesn't cry or feel sorry for himself! I guess being 3 and a half helps! He knows each day when he's in hospital that the meds make him really sick and yet he just gets on with it. Again, his age helps. But he could so easily be a complete handful every day, all day and he's not...and that's the inspiring bit. He even cheers when we arrive at the hospital. I also cheer inside, as each day we're here, each day we're nearing the end of this current treatment.

I know he's not worrying about whether the cancer comes back, although I'm sure he knows this could be the case as he listens to everything PJ and I discuss together, and with the doctors. He's also not thinking about whether to opt for maintenance chemo, although I just wonder, you know... him pulling out the NG tube and saying 'I told you I didn't want one', may well be his message to us that he knows full well what we're considering after this protocol and perhaps he's had enough. No NG tube, no maintenance chemo. At least, that's what I think the docs have in mind anyway in six weeks time once this protocol is done. We'll know more about it all when we get back to more familiar ground in Bristol. It's not up to Leo what happens next but he is the one this is all happening to, and so we'll need to explain and see what happens next.

This is chemo cycle 7 out of 9 for this protocol so who knows what's around the corner?

Tomorrow's a new day...