TY's Promise

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"What, y- you said a tumour, will it kill me."
"If we do not do anything to get rid of it, yes, it will.
Amy burst into tears. As Marion tried to console her, she asked him about treatment.
"So what can be done."
"Well, first of all, it's in an area that's easy to get too, we hit it with chemotherapy for 6 weeks, then a week off, then another three weeks. If it's shrunk enough and not spread, then we can operate and do a Resection .  If not, then we will have to do a higher dose of chemotherapy to shrink and kill off wherever it's spread to. I'll make the arrangements Mrs Fleming and get Amy in as soon as possible. "
" Thank you. I'll wait for your call, doctor."
Marion got Lyndy ready and helped Amy to the car.

On the drive back, Amy was in shock. The doctors surgery got it wrong when he told her last time that she had a mineral deficiency,  that was five years ago.
"What about Ty Love? Are we telling him."
"No bloody chance, he showed me what was more important to him, and it wasn't me or Lyndy. Mum, if they can't save me, I want you to raise Lyndy, not Ty."
"Let's not talk like that yet, Amy. The treatment of cancer has leapt forward  and it's not always a death sentence. Let's see how the chemotherapy works first. If necessary, they can use radiotherapy as well."
"Oh god, I'm going to lose my hair mum."
"Well, we go and see hairdressers, and they or someone else can cut your hair off close to your scalp and use it to make a wig. It will look like you haven't lost it, love."
"That's a good idea, mum, thank you."
It didn't take long before Amy had an appointment to start chemotherapy, Marion took her and looked after Lyndy while Amy had her first IV in the Oncology ward. Amy was on a 6 week on and a week off the drugs. She was to have regular MRI scans to see if the tumour was starting to shrink.

Marion inquired about Amy's hair and was told to wait until Amy noticed loose hair in her brush, then they would take it and make a wig for her.
The first two weeks were hard for Marion to see her daughter so ill, Amy was sick most of the time and couldn't keep any food down. By the end of the third week, Amy looked very ill. She'd also lost a lot of weight, which she couldn't afford to lose.
Lyndy was cuddled up to her mummy most of the time whenever  Amy was in bed, or laying on the Sofa, even at three years of age she knew her mummy was poorly, and Amy said that was all she needed to know at her age.
Marion had been in touch with the hairdressers to have her hair cut off, and then they would send it on to have the wig made.

While Amy was having a weeks break from her treatment, Marion was catching up with some work. Amy wanted to put Lyndy in a nursery for mornings only as she always felt worse.  In the afternoon, she could spend time with her daughter. Unfortunately, Lyndy wasn't going anywhere, so Marion got someone to help Amy in the mornings from Monday to Friday,  It worked out cheaper in the long run.
The following week, Amy had to have an MRI before she had her chemotherapy infusion. The one thing Amy really disliked was the PICC they fitted for an easier delivery system.
After she'd had her MRI scan, she showed up at the Oncology ward, took her jacket off, and her hat, she sat down , spoke to the nurse , then took out a tube of cream and rubbed it on her bold head.
Amy had complained to her mum about how sore her western style hat made her scalp. Marion knew exactly what to do, she had some felt left over from her mother's sewing and knitting basket,  she glued and tacked it in place then fitted it to the dummy to harden. When Amy tried it on it fitted perfectly and was soft on her scalp.

Amy never watched when the nurse attached the IV Drip into the PICC. One thing Amy had taken up was reading. She looked around at the other patients and suddenly realised that everyone had no hair, she did find it chilly at first, but with her hat she didn't really notice apart from her neck.
Amy was reading her book occasionally, then holding a conversation with the young woman sat next to her. A young trainee doctor walked in and worked his way around the patients, his last one was Amy.
He picked up her patient note's and just stopped when he saw Amy's name. He was a friend of Ty's,  his name was Lucas. He looked at her and seeing her western style hat he knew it was definitely the Amy he met briefly before she married Ty.
He read the rest of her note's  and went and sat down in the office.
He'd spoken to Ty about two weeks ago and he'd said nothing of Amy having cancer.
Lucas picked up the phone and thought about it but decided to phone Ty anyway.

The phone rang, he had no idea where Ty was or what time it was. He'd taken a photo of Amy and a much closer one on zoom which showed how ill Amy was, he couldn't believe Ty would leave Amy while ill and she had Lyndy.
"Hello Lucas, how are you mate."
" Okay, Ty, very busy at the moment and not enough staff. Listen, Ty,  why didn't you tell me how ill Amy is. I can't believe you buggered off for 6 months when there's a chance she may not be here anymore."
"What you on about Lucas."
"For godsake Ty, your wife has a stage 3 brain tumour. She's in my department now, having chemotherapy.  I'll send you a couple of photos,  then you come home and help her Ty, what about ya, kid?"
Lucas disconnected the phone call before he said things he shouldn't, and then sent the photos .
His phone beeped, and he looked at the message, 'That's not Amy, you scared me, you prat."

To be continued