No more medicine, thanks...

Catherine has not had a good day today. She has been thoroughly fed up and miserable all day and was not impressed about going to hospital at all.

On the way to the hospital she said she had decided that she didn't want to get better because then she wouldn't need to have any more medicine. When she realised that if she didn't get better she would be too poorly to go to nursery she sat quietly and sulked.

She also decided she didn't want her portacath any more. Again, when she remembered the alternative - needles - she decided to keep her portacath.

On arrival, there was some concern that she might be anaemic again, but her bloods were fine. The procedure went well and was very quick today.

We met some new people at the hospital today and it was lovely to meet one little girl and her mother. The little girl was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia when she was 13 months old, much younger than when Catherine was diagnosed. She is now five years old and, all being well, she will be given the 'all clear' at Christmas. I was so happy for the little girl, who has managed to get through all the treatments despite some difficulties. I was very taken by the mother's devotion to her little girl. Also when the mother had her most recent child, she thought ahead and paid £2000 for a stem-cell harvest in case her little girl would need a bone marrow transplant later. It was nice to be able to celebrate with a family coming to the end of treatment.