We are sit with Kim as the transport turns up to take us to Birmingham, as I head to get on the vehicle, I wished the back door would have been a bit dirty, so I could write a last bit of a biscuit name in it as the last 3 letters of the number plate was hob.
The journey to Edgbaston was uneventful. We arrive to see the square clock tower of the brick built hospital that definitely has a Art Deco influence in it design, the utilitarian end of it.
We find the waiting area, and started chatting, about how the snow that fell the day before had not stop the trip. Coco the rescue lab we were babysitting at home, Kim was happy that Billy had a friend to play with for a bit. Oh and the joking about shell kissing her 2 days before.
This joking starts a conversation about shells inability to get over the mental block that stops her from visiting. This upset Kim a bit as she want to see her mum, she missed her mum. You could see it in her eyes, in her body language. Contact over phone and the internet was just not enough for Kim need for her mum.
A dark feeling started to cover my heart and soul at this turn of conversation. Ask I looked at Kim and my hands trying to think of something to say, we were called in.
The consultant, a lovely woman. Chatted about Kim, Looked at the notes, talked to Mandy. As she was under 16 she would have to be checked and processes by Birmingham Children's Hospital. The consultant wants to transfer Kim over to the QEH tomorrow, and start the prep work for a bone marrow transplant.
As we left I wondered how successful a bone marrow transplant would be in defeating the leukemia.
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