Off to the big smoke

This week we have been up to GOS for 2 full days of fun tests, no thats not true the only fun one was with the play specialist.
Day one, after a crowded commuter train ride with a bleeding lip, William arrived by Taxi to get a large Latte, no that was me he had to settle for a smoothie.
A hearing test ensued with scary moving puppets and strange crackling noises which William found more Mr Punch than Kermit. We met the dietician who described William as 'well nourished' which in BMT outpatients is a compliment and something to be encouraged as the chemotherapy drugs make mouths sore and food taste odd so weight loss often follows on.
After storming our way into 'town' we found our way to Hamleys and came out with 2 more cuddlies, Hamish and Rosie, a highand cow and lamb respectively.
We went back for an echo cardiogram (an ultrasound picture of his heart) which William didn't fancy much and I believe the word 'uncooperative' may have found it's way into his notes. We had a meeting for a developmental assesment which raised no issues and a chat with the play specialist who admired the burgeoning sheep collection of one very overtired little boy.
Bloods, now thats always a tricky one, our boy likes to keep his veins well hidden and I can't say as I blame him. Some stabbing later in the sweltering cupboard that they call a treatment room we emerged without having deposited the requisite amount of the red stuff to return the next day.
to be continued........