After a little wait, we had a meeting with Eleanor’s oncologist. We asked some questions now that we’d had some more time to digest everything and we were given the chance to see the pictures of the MRI scan. This was the first time we had seen the size and location of the tumour. When I saw the first scan I was amazed at how huge the tumour looked. I stared at it trying to imagine it inside my daughter’s head. 3.4cm. There is a 3.4cm tumour inside my daughter’s head. It is impossible to imagine. I don’t think it will ever seem real.
Due to the fight Eleanor put up with the ‘smelly mask’ the last time she had an anaesthetic we were given a pre-med to sedate her slightly. It took Tim much longer to convince her to take it than it did for it to take effect. Within minutes she was starting to get wobbly legs, insisting she wanted to walk when she clearly couldn’t, waving around a bald Barbie Doll one of the play specialists had given her as a gift (Ella, Barbies chemo counterpart complete with wigs and a headscarf – thanks Mattel!) and babbling like a drunk!