Today, after dosing myself with Paracetamol, my husband drove me to my new hospital, The Circle, just outside Bath. Just took 15 minutes to get there.
My temperature passed!
I made it through to Chemo!
Then, a huge glitch!
The pharmacy didn’t make up the main drug: Carboplatin!
They almost didn’t get it at all, but thank goodness, they told me it would be there at 4:00.
I got to the hospital at noon, and back home at 6:00. I was supposed to finish at 3:00.
It was very lonely. I was in a cubicle across from two older men, who were too far away to speak to.
My nurses were strangerS to me, competent and efficient, but not talkative, and the masks makes it hard to understand anyway.
One tea trolley came by when I first got there, but nothing else. No offer of food, or treats or anymore tea, until I was about to leave, at 5:30.
However, the infusions went well and now to see how I feel tomorrow.
And we are so relieved anyway! It's finally started!