the next evening, Wednesday arrived and he was lifted so high by the flights down South, checking into the Hilton, planning the chopper flight, eating wonderful meals that I couldn't believe how I'd perceived him to be dying 48hrs before I could so easily have cancelled the whole thing because I was so scared - thank heavens I didn't.  Ian was the star of oncology clinic yesterday - all the nurses were telling him they loved the photos I had emailed them - he loved (and deserved) all the attention and if the excitement gets us through today's chemo and the coming days it will be money well spent. Well I cancelled the hotel booking this morning... left it to the last minute so only lost 1/2 the cost.  It's nearly a 4 hour drive and a lot of it is through very open country with No Loos At All.  Of course by now the mega-doses of Imodium are beginning to work, but we don't know for how long. I wish we had contact with some sensible nurses to help us through this.  We don't have a long drive to the hospital - only 10 - 15 minutes, and the oncology centre is also only about a 10 minute walk from my office.  Very handy; during infusions I can nip across for a face to face chat, or buy a healthier snack than the ones they provide and deliver it.  Our health insurance seems to cover all the nasty chemicals