Eleanor took everything in her stride, each Friday we packed up the car and set off for the chemo appointment at either the Royal Marsden or Kingston depending on which drug she needed that day. On the weeks where she would just be having the Vincristine push, we were able to use Kingston, our local hospital. It took a lot of trial and error, not forgetting large amounts of screaming, but we started getting into a bit of a routine and learned what would keep Eleanor as calm as possible when they accessed her port, as well as things to help us cope with the whole ordeal (removing her shoes is now number one on the list after a few shoe in the face related incidents!)
As the weeks went by, Eleanor was becoming more used to hospitals and the nurses who treat her. She learned the names of the drugs she takes AND how to take tablets which is pretty impressive for any 3 year old! It all started to become a bit normal, which, as horrendous as it sounds, was what I had been hoping for from day one.