As I write this I am sat in rented accommodation in the West End of London. Adam is spending his first night on the 11th floor of University College Hospital. Alison is there also, in an adjoining alcove with a pull curtain. I can't describe it as a room. Jake and Jessica are back in Epsom being looked after by grandparents.
Tomorrow Adam's treatment begins. Except for the isolation we are not expecting it to be too much of an ordeal. Will it do any good? Only time will tell. We hope so. With every fiber of our bodies, we hope so.
Tomorrow Adam's treatment begins. Except for the isolation we are not expecting it to be too much of an ordeal. Will it do any good? Only time will tell. We hope so. With every fiber of our bodies, we hope so.
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