There was a bed

Was there a bed? YES finally (I received a text around midday), except not in the oncology (cancer) ward, four other young souls were also waiting for their chemo. Four other sets of parents were waiting fretfully, restlessly for GOSH to call to THEM, waiting for the call to tell them that there was a bed empty for their child. Our daughter went in with my wife and I was left to get on with the rest of the day, to stay focused. Food was almost forgotten, coffee was not.  

Very late in the afternoon I saw my son, he was in a fabulous mood, my in laws had made sure of that!!! When they left it was my job (I am starting to understand what it is like to a single working parent) to get him to bed, wash up, check his social calendar for tomorrow, update friends, chat to my wife (Skype did not work properly this time, I only caught a fleeting glimpse of my daughter) for no other reason but to hear her voice and that of my daughters, put away the clothes, prepare for tomorrow, chat again to my wife to find out how the chemo is going. Finally I have stopped, not rest, just stop. I have perhaps 5-6 hours from now until it starts all over again. And once again the family is apart.