J. is home for a few days. It marks the end of the first of four chemotherapy treatments, each lasting five to six weeks. Her neutrophil count is way up, well over double what it was when admitted, but still below normal; it was still zero only on Sunday.
I spent most of yesterday cleaning her room, sterilising containers and boiling water, ready to meet demands of a neutropenic diet. This also mean lots of fresh cooking, no reheating, and avoiding a pile of food that J. is allergic to anyway.
Selfishly, it means I don’t have to travel to Southampton for a week. I need the break from the travel as much as J. needs a break from hospital and a few home comforts.