Some shared Adventures of a Carer and Caree.
One of the nurses immediately went to her aid, embraced her and gently walked her towards a nearby door which the second nurse was holding open - and we had the welcome privacy of a quiet sanctuary with the two nurses to look after us.
Obviously, our response to such a diagnosis was within their expectation range and they, the hospital, had made a discrete but effective arrangement to allow us space and time to really come to terms with the diagnosis. To say the least we were very grateful.
Thus started a somewhat nightmarish period of our lives. I would drive Ena up to the Marsden for her chemotherapy session which had built into it an hour or so of 'recovery time' for her to get over the initial nausea and in which any symptoms of distress might reveal themselves and then we would drive home and Ena would have a lay down and relax ... that was the theory.
The facts were that on each occasion, during the 'recovery time', there would be a strong reaction to the experimental chemicals and Ena would be admitted for a week or so to allow her to recover.
Of course, I was still working so my days would be: Get up, go to work, drive to the Marsden (they allowed me to visit outside regular visiting hours), talk to Ena for an hour or so, go home, go to bed ... Repeat and repeat until Ena was recovered enough from the reaction to be collected for a brief stay at home before the next chemotherapy appointment.
After a while, the course was completed and the frequency of our visits was lessened until, one fine day, our Oncologist told us that things were as stable as they were going to get.