Friday

I am sitting looking at the Venflon* as it sticks in kim's arm like the stinger of a bee, at the end of it was a drip tube redden by the blood that flowed down into her. It looked like a borg probe. My mind wanders into thoughts of borg probes, and how if they were real the nanobots could clear the luekemia cells in days. A fast and easy way to rid people of this horrible illness. But biological nano tech is not that advance. This was a wishful day dream, of a parent*, of a very ill child.

My mind carries on wandering, over the events of the last few days. The reaction of work colleagues, students, family and friends. The hard part was Kim is well know at work, the side affect of working where your step kid go to college. When you hear that students are crying at our agricultural campus, because they been told about Kim illness was hard. It was one of them moment where a quick exit is required, as I feared I would 13 mile away join in. My Colleagues and bosses where great, cover stuff that needed to be done at work as I was in Shrewsbury with a sick child.

Family was the hard part. Shell eyes had not change from being red though crying since she started as we pulled out of the drive the day after we were told, as the truth of it all started to sink in. The mother in law Pat was the same, her husband George just fussed over Kim. As their eldest the first born grandchild. Always hold a special place in the heart of grandparents. And Kim had been though so much. With her hearing problem, the regular hearing test, the faults and failure of equipment the list goes on and Kim always took it in her stride.

This time she was trying to take it in her stride, but I could see that even she was cracking at the edges. This was taking it out of her physically. And I think that she was full of thoughts and feeling she could not or would not express. Everyone was faltering at this event the was unfolding in front of us.

* IV cannula / peripheral venous line