Thursday: Home At Last

Poor K had a very disturbed night, being checked every 15 minute while she continued to receive the immunotherapy infusion.  By this morning they were able to speed it up and then move on to chemotherapy.  I went up to meet her when she was finally able to leave.  Having thought she was going for a few hours, K, in the end, was there for 30 hours. Needless to say, she’s very glad to be home.

The staff must think I am a terrible visitor.  In the time I was sitting with K I ate half of her packet of Minstrels, an oatmeal biscuit she’d been given and some of her hospital dinner (chicken supreme).

At least you pass some nice buildings on the way to the hospital.  I do love a mansion block.