Not a good day

Generally, I'm hoping this blog will be more cheerful and apologies if this upsets anyone, but today was probably the worst day so far.

We went to hospital for the next chemotherapy. This needs to be administered through a canula, but because Catherine has had so many, the bruises covered up where the good veins were.

5 attempts later, the doctors were able to find a vein that would work. After the first three attempts, Catherine looked at me and asked 'Are you feeling sad, mummy?'. 'Yes, I said, because it is taking a lot of times to get this to work'. Catherine just shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'It is what it is mummy'. She is like this. Very stoic. On the fourth and fifth attempt, however, she had clearly had enough. It was very difficult as she was crying and shouting 'Leave me alone' at the nurses and doctors, who were obviously also really upset that this hadn't been achieved earlier.

It broke everyone's hearts in the room. Ours, and the lovely doctor and nurse who were trying to help us. It wasn't the doctors' faults at all, it was just that there were no good veins left.

Eventually it worked, and we were able to administer the next chemotherapy drug, but it was a very heavy and horrible day all round. The doctors, who were sad that this happened, are looking into putting in her port-a-cath early which will mean she needs no more needles. I will write more about this later when I'm feeling a bit more like writing.

Catherine is now peacefully tucked up in bed asleep and is looking forward to tomorrow when we are going to take her to play in the park.

What a shame after yesterday's positive news. Keep praying.