Peter was a happy little boy until one day he felt poorly, we took him to the doctors and were told it was a viral infection. A week later Peter was still very poorly, the next day we phoned for a doctor's appointment which we got with a trainee doctor. He said there was something not right and wanted to us to go to a&e. I took Peter's trousers off to try and cool him down and noticed 3 spots on his legs, the doctor asked me if I was familiar with meningitis then he went to speak to another doctor. Other doctors and nurses all came in but struggled to take his blood.
We were admitted to the children's ward and were told he had leukaemia. I then replied is he going to survive but the doctor said she didn't know. We then had all our close family members come to the hospital to see Peter again and to tell them the news. That night we were blue lighted to Addenbrooke's Hospital.
He was put on drips and had lots of medicines in his canulas. He was straight onto chemo and he had to have surgery to have a Hickman line put in. He was very poorly very quickly but then all the medicines helped him. He had to have lumbar punctures and bone marrows to see if the chemo was working and if the leukaemia had spread. We were in hospital for Christmas and new year and his second birthday. C2, the ward, made Christmas special.
On Peter's second birthday he was so poorly, he had lots of treatment and was poorly throughout. He had several surgeries due to getting infections in his line. We had to go to Bristol for a transplant and were there for 3 months and in and out of hospital for just over a year. We have regular checks-ups now and Peter is at nursery and loves it. He is in remission but we still get so scared when Peter gets poorly even the slightest cold we panic.