Get to Sutton
Have cranial radiotherapy
Get to Tooting
Have intrathecal chemotherapy
Return to Epsom
1. No problem at all: a lovely neighbour took me in and got me there early.
2. Smooth as a baby’s bottom: Absolutely fine, and the radiographer was gorgeous.
3. Oh. To cut a very long story short, I waited 3 hours for transport to come from St George’s, and ended up getting a taxi instead.
4. Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy: very little pain and the supervised registrar took one step closer to being on the register at St George’s (and thus able to do it unsupervised).
5. Oh. No transport seemed to be turning up, so the wonderful Gobby checked what was happening, discovered that as it was pretty late by now (see point 3), another hospital was now looking after St George’s transport. And they had no record of me. Once again, a taxi to the rescue!
So there we have it…
Medically complicated, technologically advanced treatment: fine, easy.
Simple logistics of getting from A to B: quasi-impossible.
There was also a bit of a mix-up with drugs, basically because the Day Care staff were there before my intrathecal chemotherapy (and ordered the drugs), but had gone home by the time it finished (and so nobody still there knew where they’d got to), and I think we ended up having to reorder from the Pharmacy.
Repeat after me:
This might be what hospital transport looks like, though I can’t be sure. I know what taxis look like, though.