Thursday, 9 April 2009

Drew went up to theatre a lot earlier today, 11.00am. He woke up grumpy, as I would if I'd been to theatre twice in two days and had only had 1 decent meal (if you call McDonalds decent) in 36 hours. Nurse Leonie cheered him up talking about her Cavalier King Charles puppy, Gus and the purple starlight machine topped it off. There was a further hiccup in the afternoon, Drew's chemotherapy hadn't arrived at the hospital and if it didn't arrive by 7.00pm, it wasn't going to arrive till after Easter, which meant Drew would have to have another lumbar puncture, as the treatment involves the methatrexate and other injected drugs being given in conjunction with the methatrexate being given intravenously. However, the chemotherapy arrived and was hung by 4.00pm, which meant the earliest he could be out was 10.00pm Saturday night. The wonderful nurses booked a room for the rest of us at Ronald McDonald house so we could spend Easter Sunday morning together, in case things didn't fall into place. Drew was a bit disappointed he didn't get to see his Daddy on his birthday, but we'll just postpone it to another day.