Exactly nine months after Isita was admitted to GOSH – she arrived in an ambulance from St Mary’s Paddington as her kidneys weren’t working properly – we have finally been allowed home. She last slept in her own bed 288 nights ago.
We are here for a week and then Isita will go back to GOSH for a fortnight of immunotherapy, then three weeks back here. And so on until July, but with less and less time in hospital.
As we are due back on Elephant Ward so soon, we shouldn’t really have felt that emotional about going. But of course we did. Various nurses and other friends like Em the physiotherapist dropped in throughout the morning to say goodbye. What a job they have done to get Isita this far and to make it possible for us all to be at home. It is a huge achievement. The dark days of the autumn are far behind us.
Here at home, Isita’s bedroom is full, full, full. An army of teddies is about to burst out and march down the corridor. She has a pirate’s trove of plastic jewellery overflowing from tin caskets (plastico buenisimo!), and a Barbie closet quantity of pyjamas. She hardly wore anything else all last year. We are due a rather terrifying clear-out – mañana.