Kamalashila has now been in Guys hospital for a week. A week of lots of saline fluids, medication, fluids with medication, taking blood for tests, and then later today a blood transfusion. A few days ago he was fitted with a piic line. This makes things much easier because his veins are curly, apparently, which makes these procedures more complicated. The wound around it was bleeding a tiny bit when I arrived. He said I looked white as a sheet.
Tomorrow is a big day. A different Big Day than he was envisaging a month or so earlier in his blog. But this past week was all about preparing for the first day of his treatment. There is quite a lot that could go wrong in the first hours after that first infusion, but the probability of that happening is not very high. Yet, I sense fear in my heart. I feel shaky.
Last weekend he really reached the end of the line of what was possible with managing the hypercalcaemia. The revised diagnosis marks the end of that path and it did not come one moment too soon. Treating the actual cancer forms the beginning of the new path. There is no choice here. Not really. But he will be very closely monitored and there is a real and concrete possibility of remission. I just fervently hope he will start to feel better soon.
