11:30 and we're back home

So first thing to mention is the astonishingly good humoured, professional, pleasant, and hard working NHS staff I've come into contact over these first two days of the treatment. Makes a difficult time that much more bearable. Hands off our NHS Mr Cameron.

Actually, if this was going to be a true timeline then I really ought to mention how badly I slept last night, but hopefully this will now pass now the first cycle is started. However when I did wake up, I was presented with a truly wonderful sight.

Gel had woken early and produced a wonderful batch of her scones. Nom nom nom.

We left the house - the aroma of warm scones wafting around the kitchen - and battled the rush hour traffic, arriving at the hosp around 8:45. They were ready for me other than the fact they couldn't find my bloods from the previous day......<gulp>. I explained I had taken a photograph of them, but quickly realised the limited diagnostic value a photo may have.

The bloods appeared - confusing address on the bottles - and I was ushered up to the treatment suite.

Here, and this is a special for Anne Cooke, a HUGE needle (canula actually) was inserted painlessly into my wrist. As I mentioned previously, I have "good veins" and the chemo nurse was "spoiled for choice" which I took to be a good thing.

Then after a small saline bag, the chemo itself was loaded into the pump.

The chemo is in a light protecting bag. Some chemo mixtures are light sensitive. To make life simple, all of them are put into these special bag covers.

This is me actually writing the first half of today's blog. How cool is that?

Now we are back home and about to dig into a scone and a brew.