Settling in

Isita has just gone to sleep after a quiet day. She gets  uncomfortable in the evenings when she is tired, so I am drowsily rubbing her arm. They are about to switch her from ibuprofen to a low dose of morphine. 

We had an ultrasound in the morning- this was mostly to help the doctors plan for the biopsy. The tumour is surrounded by healthy tissue – so they need to find the right way of getting to it.
Then they took some blood. This involved a lot of persuasion. Isita doesn’t like the idea at all – but insists on looking- ‘show me the size of the needle!’ It isn’t a good idea, but she is pretty determined.

She is also a ruthless negotiator. After the blood test she ended up with two barbies, a pop-up pirate toy and we had to buy her a soft tiger downstairs. I have no idea how she managed this.  

Earlier Marta and I had a reassuring chat with Susan the specialist oncology nurse who is looking after Isita. ‘We aim to cure all our children so they can grow up to have normal healthy lives ‘ she said.

We are waiting to hear when Isita goes for the biopsy. This is the next major event.

At Great Ormond Street 

We have just seen Dr Guiseppe Barone on Safari Ward who showed us all Isita’s MRI scans, explained what we know about the lump so far (not much beyond its location and dimensions), and went through the plan for the next week. 

They will do another ultrasound, a biopsy, bone marrow test, and will put a line into her chest. The last three will probably happen under the same general anaesthetic. In the middle of next week they will do something called an MIGB test – which uses dye to see if the cancer is elsewhere.

t is too early to speculate, but the doctor said it is not that old and if it is elsewhere that is because this is sometimes how it is with children- not, as with adults – because it has spread.

This all sounds a bit scary, but the doctor was so calm, clear and straight forward that Marta and I both feel reassured. We feel immediately in the most competent hands. 

We should expect to be here for two to three weeks- then every other week while the treatment goes on.

There is a plan. Even in this most dreadful situation it is amazing how comforting this is. We are ready to fight and to overcome!

At home – blessed normality

Monday morning  – we had a lovely evening with all of us home together last night. Robert brought Jamie back from Betchworth just as we were returning from a short visit to St Mary’s. So our little family had supper together. Isita wanted to stay sitting on the sofa, so we made the low stool in the sitting room into a table . When they finished eating the children zapped each other with little space guns that Jamie’s cousins had given him. Then bath and bed.

Of course, it is normality with a difference. Supper in the sitting room. Isita sleeping with me and Marta in the bottom bunk. But the daily routine has never seemed so precious.

Now we are preparing and bracing ourselves. Yesterday at St Mary’s we dropped of a jerry can with 24 hours of Isita’s wee – which the doctors will even now be analysing. The wonderful Australian doctor Jess told Isita about kangaroos and koalas as she took out the drip in her arm. Isita was a bit worried about her blood coming out. ‘We’ve all got these blue things in our arms’ said Jess, flexing her fist to make hers stand out. ‘You mean veins?’ asked Isita. We love the way that nothing escapes her sharp little brain.

Isita is booked into the Safari Ward at Great Ormond Street Hospital  – GOSH.  As we said goodbye to St Mary’s for the time being, they gave us a sheaf of reports and the recommendation letter, not easy reading in any respect.

Coming back from dropping of Jamie at school this morning, our friend Felicia gave some wonderful advice about not letting ourselves become overwhelmed with all the possibilities which the doctors have to consider, and above all to stay away from the internet. That way madness lies. We must take each day as it comes, get second opinions and take good notes.

We are greatly supported by everyone’s offers of help, messages of support and prayers.

 

Day two

Sunday. They let us bring Isita home from St Mary’s yesterday afternoon as we only live 10 minutes away. Her bed is open for her if we need to bring her back. The main reason would be if the regular doses of ibuprofen and calpol stop working and it starts to hurt too much.

We have everything packed up just in case, and yesterday evening we were about to go back, but then she settled and we all slept well last night. When it doesn’t hurt, she is very bright and happy.

My twin Robert came to the hospital yesterday morning with Marta and Jamie (I had spent the night with Isita). This was very comforting. Jamie went back with Robert to spend the weekend with his cousins in Surrey. He is beginning to realise something is not right and very sweetly asked Isita how she was when we all spoke on the telephone last night.

Marta’s brother Juan and sister Bego came over from Spain yesterday afternoon and stayed with us last night. This is wonderfully comforting. So many friends have offered to help. I am sure we will be calling on you all at some point. Aude left a box with lunch behind our porch for when we came home yesterday. Juan and Bego were amazed that you could do this without it disappearing. It was delicious.

 

 

Day one

If you are reading this, you probably know Isita already. So I don’t have to tell you much. Nearly five, bright and funny, full of invention, obsessed by fairies.

You may not know she is also very brave. That is what the doctors said here at St Mary’s Paddington after she went through all the x-rays, ultrasound and MRI scans yesterday. And she was. 

The results of those tests were not what we wanted to hear. They found a growth in Isita’s abdomen which is pushing against her spine. This is what has been causing her discomfort for the past few weeks. 

Today is Saturday. On Monday, Isita will be admitted to Great Ormond Street hospital, where the specialists will do lots more tests to find out what we are dealing with, and what the treatment should be. 

Isita knows she has a lump in her tummy. But so far it has been an adventure with lots of TV and games – and the tests, although they were not such fun. 

Marta and I feel like our world has imploded. Of course the children have always been the most important thing in life. We have just entered a crash course in what that really means. We have put aside very other plan and priority without another thought.