The boy in the next door room, recent recipient of a bone marrow transplant, died today after having been moved to the intensive care. We don't know the details, the staff of course are saying nothing. Our hearts go out to the parents and family.
Kay continues to be as well as she can be under the circumstances. Our doctor tells us that the daily case review spends the least amount of time on her, which is a situation that we hope continues.
Marion & I have been out having dinner with Frank this evening. We're both starting to suffer major home sickness. I'm fed up of sleeping on a bed that is literally and figuratively barely removed from the floor, constantly being disturbed by pumps, peeps, pees, pots and personnel. Marion is desperate for her garden and her house, I would guess.
But as long as these things remain our only worries, we're not doing badly.
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You are both so wonderful. Hold on a little longer. the time is approaching when you will all be home. The longest mile is the last mile home. With our love and admiration Mum and Dad.
ReplyDeleteI feel with you. A patient that dies gives very troublesome thoughts for you and Kay, I know.
ReplyDeleteAlso the missing of your house is very recognizable. Your own habits, noises, smells, even the running of the tap water all this makes your house your home and of course you are missing it. I do not know how long it will take but I sincerely hope you can return soon.
Hope you had a nice dinner and that it gave you a bit extra strength, mentally.
Kind regards, Viviane