GP sends us to A&E
On the Wednesday I rang my doctor again to tell him how skinny Jarvis had got. His reply was “leave it with me”. Half an hour later he rang back saying an ambulance was on its way and the paediatrics were waiting for us at A&E.
Jarvis was sent for an MRI scan the next day. About an hour later the doctor suggested we go to a quiet room to talk. I remember walking down the corridor with the nurse and doctor behind me. I opened the office door to find six hospital staff already there.
They sat me down and said that Jarvis had a 4cm tumour at the back of his brain. From that moment on it was a rush to organise getting Jarvis and me transported to Frenchay Hospital in Bristol and to arrange accommodation for my partner and our then 14-month-old daughter. We were lucky that space was available in the Ronald McDonald House at Frenchay. We spent the next three weeks there.
We went to Bristol on the Friday and Jarvis was operated on the following Monday.