Its been a while since we posted anything with regards to Rhys' treatment. We're now into the third week of radiotherapy.
On Monday we were set to come up to Bristol when we received a phone call from the radiographers to tell us that the machine had broken down and that they were cancelling appointments. Rhys will have another appointment added on at the end of the 6 weeks to make up for it. With an extra day in Yeovil we decided to spend it relaxing and doing some of the things we'd wanted to do like go to the cinema.
With the sun shining in the sky we headed to Cineworld to watch How To Train Your Dragon 2.
There were less than a dozen people at the showing we went to, not surprising as it was in the middle of the afternoon.
We enjoyed the film, Rhys liked it and thought it was better than the first, I prefer the first as there was more going on with the storyline in that one.
Tuesday we returned to Bristol. On arrival at the room we discovered a note to say that there had been a phone call letting us know the radiotherapy machine was fixed and we could come in for the appointment anyway. Oh well!
On Monday we were set to come up to Bristol when we received a phone call from the radiographers to tell us that the machine had broken down and that they were cancelling appointments. Rhys will have another appointment added on at the end of the 6 weeks to make up for it. With an extra day in Yeovil we decided to spend it relaxing and doing some of the things we'd wanted to do like go to the cinema.
With the sun shining in the sky we headed to Cineworld to watch How To Train Your Dragon 2.
There were less than a dozen people at the showing we went to, not surprising as it was in the middle of the afternoon.
We enjoyed the film, Rhys liked it and thought it was better than the first, I prefer the first as there was more going on with the storyline in that one.
Tuesday we returned to Bristol. On arrival at the room we discovered a note to say that there had been a phone call letting us know the radiotherapy machine was fixed and we could come in for the appointment anyway. Oh well!
Last weekend was incredibly stressful and heartbreaking for the family.
On Saturday we traveled to Portsmouth as Rhys' Grampa, Tracey's Dad, had been taken into hospital. We arrived at the hospital in the afternoon and went to his bed on the Medical Assessment Unit. Rhys spent a bit of time at the bedside in between going to the restaurant and for short walks with various close family members.
Eventually Rhys and I had to leave to check into a hotel for the night as it wasn't good for him to stay at the hospital overnight.
On Saturday we traveled to Portsmouth as Rhys' Grampa, Tracey's Dad, had been taken into hospital. We arrived at the hospital in the afternoon and went to his bed on the Medical Assessment Unit. Rhys spent a bit of time at the bedside in between going to the restaurant and for short walks with various close family members.
Eventually Rhys and I had to leave to check into a hotel for the night as it wasn't good for him to stay at the hospital overnight.
We rang the local Marriot, no rooms.
Then we rang Premier Inn, no rooms in Portsmouth or Petersfield but they did have a room in Aldershot, a good 30 miles from Portsmouth. Um, pass.
Finally we managed to get a room through Ibis. Since we used to live in Portsmouth and have visited there a number of times since moving to Yeovil I knew where the Ibis was. Leaving everybody else at the hospital, Rhys and I got into our car and headed south into deepest, darkest Pompey.
Pulling up at the hotel we found a parking space and went into reception.
We explained that we had a room booked and who we were. "Sorry, we've not got any reservations in that name. Could you be booked into our Ibis Budget hotel?"
Quick phone call by the receptionist and yes, we're at the wrong hotel. Back in the car and 15 minutes later we'd parked near the correct hotel and were checking in at reception.
The room was fairly basic but good enough for the two of us to get some sleep.
The following morning we checked out as early as we could and headed back to the hospital.
Tracey's Dad was still on the ward but later was moved to a private room. Rhys went in an saw him, he was quite peaceful.
We had breakfast before settling down to wait in the reception area. Every so often I'd pop to the room to see how things were or Rhys and I would go for a walk.
Eventually just before 3pm Tracey's Dad passed away. Rhys was in reception while the rest of us were in the room. It was very dignified and he will be missed so much by all of us, especially his daughters.
Rhys has been incredibly strong. Considering everything he had been through this year with biopsies, the operation to remove the tumour, knowing he has the meningioma and now the radiotherapy, he held himself together. He was also able to give comfort to the rest of us.
The coming weeks are going to be equally stressful, emotional and painful. Hopefully Rhys will continue to find the strength from wherever he finds it to get him through them.
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