Back to Stanmore armed with whistle and trainers hoping for not sure what - but mental picture of five days of army style training at the end of which Rose would throw down her crutches and sprint across the gym...at this point the moving picture in my head screeches to a halt and reality hits - within about three hours of arrival she spiked a fever of 39 and was in isolation on antibiotics. Sound familiar? Aaaagggghhhh....
Being transfused this afternoon and really really hoping that her temperature will come down and that even if she has to stay on antibiotics for the rest of the week they will let her out of the room and that she will get well enough to wheel off to the gym for a bit of what we came for. Had got wildly optimistic idea of what they might be able to achieve this week with her but of course the problem is that she is just a bit too ill for all of this rehab thing - but the clock is ticking and the longer that goes by without her moving/straightening/walking/weight bearing the harder it will be. So no pressure on her then.
At least Stanmore is familiar in all its shabby splendour and today an old face from UCH arrived for her operation and was able to wave through the window at Rose - and in limb terms there is nowhere I would rather she be at the moment. She may not be having any but I know there are physios in the building and we keep telling ourselves they must have dealt with more stubborn cases than Rose's leg - will get to see Mr Briggs again on Friday and am prepared to beg for her to stay until the last possible second that she has to leave for chemo next week.
