The wife is sat in front of the TV in the lounge watching a recording of a UK celeb ancestry programme. I picked her up from a hospital 30 mins from here yesterday. Her transfer from Rennes was chaotic. “Could not manage to organise a piss up in a brewery” is phrase which comes to mind. The hospital itself was also chaotic and confusing. They don’t really do calm and well organised here. It is all a tad frantic.
The consultant said that there only 1000 cases per year of what she has been diagnosed with in the whole of France, so it is not surprising that it was tricky to diagnose. If you can imagine a Premier League football stadium like Manchester United for a crunch derby match day full of supporters. In that packed stadium she would be the only one with her condition.
The hospital bed is set up downstairs and I will pusher or guardian of the medication. We will be down the local hospital a couple of time a week for three weeks and then have a week off. This cycle will repeat as they monitor what effect treatment is having.
It looks like a marathon….to understate.
I have read shit loads on this treatment protocol this morning and it is probably quite enough for now.