It would save her life
On the morning of 20th October 2015, I took my nine-year old daughter Ellie for a blood test at the local clinic. It would save her life. She had been lethargic and generally unwell with nondescript illnesses, colds, ear infections etc. but nothing obvious really. However, sitting in the waiting room for the test she suddenly seemed worse than ever. When we got home she slept. That evening I got a phone call and it took a while to register who was speaking to me. A doctor, not our GP, a Locum Doctor. Ellie’s test, lots of white cells, blast cells. I had to take Ellie that instant to the nearest A&E where they would be waiting for us.
I knew it was bad news before we got there but nothing can compare to being told by a doctor that your child has leukaemia. That was about 9pm and by 10pm we were told a bed was available in another hospital and we would be transferred by ambulance. We arrived after midnight. After a couple of days in a room on a different ward, where she was fitted with a Hickman Line, Ellie was transferred to the oncology ward. It was a shock to the system for us all but especially for Ellie.