The radioactive plaque was inserted on Wednesday as planned, however it only needed to remain in place until Friday lunchtime instead of Saturday morning as we had originally been told. This was welcome news, as I thought Fintan might really struggle with the isolation as he is always so keen to get outside, insisting on putting his wellies on, or 'toots' as he calls them, at every opportunity!
As it happens, Fintan coped extraordinarily well with everything that has been thrown at him this week. He kept himself busy playing with his cars and watching 'Big Cook Little Cook'. In fact, it was me who cracked first by only about midday on Thursday. However, relief was at hand from some friendly faces at CHECT and the retinoblastoma play specialist who came over from Buxton Ward, where Fintan usually stays, to give him a break from grumpy Daddy (thank you).
Friday morning was a bit tougher as Fintan had to be starved in preparation for the operation to remove the plaque at lunch time - he couldn't even have water due to the timing. Fintan devised a crafty way to get a few drops and ease his thirst, but after he asked me to clean his teeth for the third time, I cottoned on to the ruse and the toothbrush was packed away!
The plaque was safely removed and after a nap and some well deserved crisps, Fintan was ready for Mummy, Archie, Barnaby and home! Yet again, Fintan demonstrated what stern stuff he's made of.
In four weeks he will be back at the Royal London for an EUA to see how successful the treatment has been on this troublesome area of his right eye.
Crisps will make anything feel better
"Cars - Vrooom!"
Boredom sets in
Fintan tests the door for weaknesses!
The guilt trip - Donations Welcome!
In hindsight, watching Big Cook, Little Cook when being starved wasn't such a bright idea!
Although Uncle Jorge's vital organs were protected by the lead vest, his pride was destroyed!
