A few weeks ago we had the opportunity to grab a week away in our caravan. My wife was to have chemo, etc. on the Friday and we were to go away that day for a week in Norfolk. The chemo, plus 2 units of haemoglobin and a dose of magnesium and potassium intravenously, meant we were rather late getting home to set off, 5.30 pm to be precise. We rushed around to put the last bits in the 'van and fully load up the car. I asked SWMBO to use my cordless drill, with a suitable socket, to wind up the corner steadies on the 'van prior to setting off. I was at the other side of the 'van when I heard a cry of, 'help, help'. I went round to see what was up and she laid on the floor crying in pain. I helped her to her feet and we decided to make our way to a caravan site between Cromer and Norwich. On site and through the night, she was in pain. Saturday I took her to Norfolk & Norwich A & E department where she was quickly advised that she had a broken hip! This on top of Stage 3 OC. The surgeon was brilliant and patched up her hip early on Sunday morning. She left hospital on Wednesday morning and I had the privilege of pushing her around in a wheelchair for the rest of the holiday. This has now meant that, because of the hip, she has had to undergo 3 more sequences of chemo plus haemoglobin before the beautifully named 'interval de-bulking surgery' in Cambridge. In the meantime the hip has played up, presumably because of the effects of the chemo. She now has to have a full hip replacement as soon as possible after the IDS. She is so frustrated. No reaction to the chemo, but unable to do much because of the hip. I am in the dog house, please make me feel just a little bit better, I didn't mean to hurt her so. She is the love of my life.
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