The story of Cerys’ Cancer Journey, as seen through the eyes of her father Kevin.
Our beautiful beloved daughter
Cerys Elen Lewis born 14 April 1991 in Withybush
General Hospital,
Haverfordwest died on the 04 August 2010 in the University
Hospital, Cardiff.
Cerys’ mother Helen, who is still
emotionally effected , has contributed her experiences and thoughts to Cerys’
story.
A year has now past and at the
end of the evening Helen sits on Cerys’ bed, talks to her and cries. Her
thoughts are with a Cerys who is very much alive, though asking that
unanswerable question of why did Cerys at such a young age have to struggle for
her life and after such a brave fight have it tragically taken from her.
At the start of every day, I open
Cerys’ bedroom door and desperately hope to see her alive. A hope I will live
with until the day that I will die and wish her “good morning,” I talk about
what’s been happening and I tell her I will see her later. Andrew every morning
says, “good morning,” to Cerys.
Here follows the story of Cerys’
brave struggle to keep her life and her battle to overcome Acute Lymphoblastic
Leukaemia.
On the 31st of
December 2008, Helen phones the surgery as Cerys is unwell and requests a home
visit for Cerys. Helen is phoned back by a doctor who is insistent that Cerys
attends the surgery. Cerys, who became anxious when having to leave her home,
chose not to attend.
On the 5th of January
2009, Helen phones surgery as Cerys is still unwell, very unwell, Dr A Evans
visits, his advices is that Cerys visits the surgery the following day for
bloods to be taken.
On the 6th of January
2009 and with Cerys very physically weak and required Helen’s physical assistance
to get ready knew that she had to attend the surgery. Although Helen was told on
the phone that Cerys would be seen straight away, Cerys was kept waiting,
despite requests by Helen to the receptionist for her to be seen. In the
waiting room and with a continuous nose bleed and feeling very anxious, Cerys wanted
the toilet and was taken by Helen.
Cerys collapsed on to the floor
and was kept waiting in the toilet for twenty minutes, until the member of
staff was ready to take Cerys’ blood.
Later in the afternoon Dr A Evans
phoned he told us Cerys’ situation was serious and we are told to take Cerys to
Ward 10 Withybush Hospital.
Here we are told by Dr Harry
Grubb Consultant Haematologist that Cerys had Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia and
that Cerys will shortly be transferred to the University Hospital of Wales, to
commence chemotherapy treatments.
We found out later that the NHS in Wales did not allow Withybush
Hospital to administer chemotherapy treatments.
We endeavoured to console
ourselfs and come to terms with the reality of Cerys’ diagnosis. The fact is we
never came to terms with the fact that Cerys had Leukaemia, but for Cerys we
remained positive and brave.
The medical team commenced with stabilising
Cerys’ condition and we reassured Cerys that every thing would be fine, we left
Cerys to go and get provisions to take to Cardiff.
On the way we to Helen’s brother
Warren and his family, who live near the hospital. Before I went in I phoned
family and friends in tears, to tell them that Cerys had been diagnosed the
Leukaemia. I remember the shock they expressed in their voices and their offers
of support.
Here and in total emotional turmoil
we told Warren & his wife Mel that Cerys had Leukaemia. How we all cried,
their support at this moment was very important to us.
On going home, I needed to get
fuel. After filling up at the ASDA pumps, I went into pay the woman behind the
counter, but the word Leukaemia as too big a word to keep in my head and I had
to tell her that my daughter Cerys had just been diagnosed with Leukaemia. This
woman was Ursula and we from that day on are friends.
After collecting provisions from
home, we headed back to Cerys.
The evening was very cold and I
do not remember anything about what happened on Ward 10. However, I do remember
Cerys being wheeled out to the ambulance and this critically ill and frail
looking young woman walking into the ambulance, Helen followed her. Andrew was
with me and as we gave them our love and told them we would see them tomorrow,
the doors closed and with the cold wind surrounding us, we watched the
ambulance under blue lights drive away. I felt empty and devastated, but I knew
I had to stay strong for Cerys, Helen, Kyle and Andrew.
At the University Hospital of
Wales, Cardiff,
and B4 Haematology Ward, here Cerys’ chemotherapy treatment was commenced.
Helen was told to go home, Helen
refused and stayed.
The following day and as
critically ill as Cerys was, Cerys was asked by the Consultant to sign her
consent, which she did, to be part of a chemotherapy trail being coordinated by
a “Sheffield Hospital?”
What was important here was preserve
Cerys’ life and not statistics for the trial.
Helen was not offered any
accommodation and spent five nights sleeping in the chair next to Cerys’ bed.
Some of the kinder nursing staff allowed Helen to use the staff shower to
freshen up in. Eventually, Helen was offered a bed in the relatives
accommodation attached to the Children’s Hospital.
Helen had been told to book in to
a B&B or a Travel Lodge.
Cerys received her acute intravenous
chemotherapy treatment in B4, after one month of having injections into her
arms, they were battered and bruised. We raised concerns with the medical team
about the injury and distress this was causing Cerys. They in turn insisted
that they would continue using the arms and no other parts of her body.
How Cerys suffered for her life in
those early weeks for her treatment, she contracted pneumonia twice and had to
have lumber punctures to drain off the fluids & chest X-ray after chest
X-ray.
Epidurals into her spin of
chemotherapy drugs on top of the injections into her arms.
All the pain and discomfort Cerys
was in, she never complained to the staff, she left this for her mother.
Helen told me that a greater
concern to Cerys was loosing her hair, what other teenage girl wouldn’t feel
the same. Cerys’ hair ended up falling out on mass and eventually Cerys was
made to accept that fact and asked her mother to shave what was left off.
Cerys did ask Helen if she would
be able to have children, when this was all over, Helen was not able to answer
truthfully and said we’d have to wait and see.
In one of those early months, a
junior doctor told Cerys and Helen they could go home for that weekend, but
that there may not be a bed for Cerys on her return. They of course did not
come home and I on my next visit and as any father would do, had words with
this doctor.
In the three months that Cerys
spent in the B4 ward, Cerys should have transferred to the newly built Teenage
Cancer Trust Unit after a month, but there was a further three month delay
before Cerys eventually transferred. Cerys was continually moved in B4, from
this bedded unit to that bedded unit.
Cerys was seventeen when she
arrived on B4. Cerys was eighteen when she left. Cerys was the youngest female
there and was placed with women considerable older than her.
On one occasion a group of
doctors descended on the elderly lady in the bed next to Cerys and told her
that there was nothing more they could for her. Cerys and Helen could hear
everything that was said and this distressed them greatly. Later that day Jude the
CLIC Sergeant Social Worker raised it as a concern with the Nurses, but it was
the doctors who had caused it.
We did write a letter of
complaint to Hugh Ross Chief Executive at this time, regarding Cerys being
treated in the age inapropreate setting of the B4 ward.
There were many times for me, especially
on the long drives home on those dark nights, in the first couple of months, having
left Cerys in a very poor state of health.
Helen was also concerned by
Cerys’ health and the intensity of the chemotherapy treatments.
I have this pictured of Helen in
my mind, silhouetted by the back light, in the large windows of the hospital,
waving goodbye, as I walked back to the car. Me with tears in my eyes,
wondering if Cerys would be alive the next time I visited and how would Helen
cope with this.
Whilst driving west for home,
there was this particular bright star in the sky, I would look to and plead
with God to preserve Cerys’ life.
Cerys and Helen did not come home
for over three months. Andrew, Cerys’ brother and I made twice weekly visits,
sometimes accompanied by our daughter Kyle or other of my sisters Julie or
Shirley or Rose or Mickey friends.
Over those months in the evenings
I would phone and talk with Helen about the day that she and Cerys had. It we not what Helen said that I remember the
most, but the reflection in her voice,
the worry, the anxiety, the concern, the despair. And always throughout, the
hope, the need, the wish, the longing that Cerys would recover and out live her
and me.
It would have been during these
early months that the car clock up over six thousand miles.
After a few months this changed
into long weekend visits, when Cerys became an out patient and a flat local to
the hospital was provided, because it was too far to travel back and for from
home.
It was on one of these weekends
that Cerys needed to go in on a Sunday, her bloods had not been good and she
required a transfusion. With no day unit open on the weekends this was done on B4
ward. The only place the transfusion could take place, was in the largest of
the bedded units, which as usual was full of
women considerable older that Cerys. One of the
nurses sorted Cerys out for the transfusion and as the custom had become, Helen
Andrew and I got chairs and sat around the bed talking with Cerys.
For a short while that was the
case until the shout and stern looking sister arrived, administering medication.
She looked at us and asked us to leave. I replied that we were comfortable,”
thank you.” She replied that we were blocking the toilet. We apologised to
Cerys for having to leave her.
Due to this sister’s dictatorial
attitude, I asked if I could meet with her after she had completed
administering the medication
I explained the events that had
happened in Cerys’ and our lives that had got us to this position on this
particular Sunday morning. The Sister’s attitude changed completely. This
Sister now showed her humanity, Cerys was moved out of that bedded unit and
thought not realy suitable and with no other space available, completed the
transfusion in the staff room, this allow us all be together. On leaving we
thanked the Sister and the staff.
Early in April 09 and with great
joy and relief in our hearts, I collected Cerys and Helen from hospital and
took them back home, although with a very big bag of oral chemotherapy
medication etc and a drugs protocol?
Helen, completely inexperienced
and without any training, was expected to and did administer this medication to
Cerys She even devised her own medication chart. No provision was ever made or
discussed by the UHW, to arrange community nursing support, to assist in the
administration of this medication.
However, Cerys’ return home was
short lived. In amongst the cocktail of oral chemotherapy medications Cerys was
required to take was Methotrexate.
The first time Helen tried to
give this 15 ml dose of Methotrexate, Cerys refused, she did not like the
taste. Cerys was unable to take anything in tablet form. The following day a
fresh 15 ml dose was offered and Cerys again refused. The next day after much
pleading by Helen, Cerys took this fresh 15 ml dose.
This medication was never given
to Cerys when she was on B4 and Cerys had a severe negative reaction and was
required to return to B4, for her condition to be stabilised.
On arrival at UHW it was initially
implied, because 45 ml was missing from the bottle of Methotrexate that Helen
had overdosed Cerys, this of course was not what had happened.
Helen and I felt that the person
responsible was the Consultant. When I tried to speak to her over the phone
about this matter she told me she would not talk to me on the phone. I therefore
arranged with her, for Helen and I to meet her later that same week. At this
meeting we raised our concern and put it to her that she was responsible.
It would be a further month
before Cerys and Helen came back home again.
Chemotherapies remained the responsibility
of UHW and Cerys and Helen endured many four hour round trips, in all weathers
and traffic hold ups, to receive this treatment.
One of these treatments lasted
for twenty minutes. Thankfully, by now Cerys was being treated in the Teenage
Cancer Trust Unit and not B4.
Cerys’ maintenance chemotherapy
commenced at the end of December 2009.
Due to Withybush Hospital’s
proximity to her home, Cerys always preferred, to use its facilities.
The Chemotherapy Day Unit and
Ward 10 at this Hospital we’re only allowed to check Cerys’ blood, give blood
products and deal with the medical complications that the chemotherapy
treatments did cause.
However, during Cerys’ treatment,
there were five occasions when Cerys was denied direct access to a bed on Ward
10 and on one occasion at the beginning of February 2010, Cerys was required to
languish for four nights in Adult Critical Decision Unit.
There were occasions after
chemotherapy treatments for Cerys to be neutropenic, which means Cerys had no
immune system and was an open door to any infection.
It is our opinion and this we had
written into Cerys medical notes, that Cerys contracted Clostridium Difficile
while she waited for a bed to become available on Ward 10. We of course did
write a letter of complaint about this.
Cerys never fully got over the
Clostridium Difficile infection and there were minor reoccurrences over the
coming months.
Despite this, over the next
months few Cerys’ treatments were administered with little difficulties or
concerns.
Family life was starting to get
back to normal during the first seven months of 2010.
On July 19th 2010
Helen took Cerys to Cardiff
interfecal,(epidural,) of Methotrexate a chemotherapy drug, into her spine. As
painful as this and other treatments were Cerys accepted the pain and following
discomfort, in order to maintain her life.
It is normal for the blood counts
to drop for about 10 days after chemotherapy treatment, thus making the patient
neutropenic and prone to catching an infection.
Cerys on a check up of Cerys’
bloods at Withybush
Hospital
on the 22/07/11, a marker indicated the presence of an infection. A specific antibiotic
was prescibed and Cerys condition initally began to improve.
However on the morning of the 26/07/10
Cerys text from her bedroom to Helen who was having a shower that her
temperature was 38.8°C. The tickly cough that Cerys had was worsening.
It was usual for Cerys to dawdle,
but not this time, Cerys quickly got ready to leave her home, alive, for what
turned out to be the last time.
Ironically, Cerys told Helen this
was the best she had felt since being diagnosed.
This being a Monday, Cerys was
due a check up on the Chemotherapy
Day Unit Withybush Hospital, with Tracy the Sister there. Cerys
and Helen, so to write, click with Tracy
and during Cerys’ cancer journey and they became friends. Tracy is a wonderful Nurse and we remain in
contact with her.
Cerys’ temperature was checked it
was now 40°C
Cerys was now very critically ill,
her condition worsening by the minute, Cerys was finding it more and more
difficulty to breathe. Cerys had contracted a respiratory infection and she was
initially admitted on that day to Adult Critical Decision Unit, yet again,
oxygen and IV antibiotics were commenced, whilst placed on a trolley bed!
The following day Tuesday, Cerys
transferred to Ward 10.
Cerys’ condition continued
worsening even further and subsequently Cerys was transferred on the Wednesday to
the Intensive Treatment Unit.
Cerys who had very little sleep,
as a result of her distressed breathing and now having to where an oxygen mask,
told Helen she was “tired and just wanted to sleep”
Cerys asked Helen and Tracy, when
she woke up, she would see her “Prince,” before being put into a drug induced
coma and placed on a ventilator to take over Cerys’ breathing, as this had
become very distressed.
Helen and I now feel that Cerys
knew her life was near to its end, but she was still living with the hope that
she was wrong and that the hard working medical team would keep her alive.
Neutropenic sepsis was now being
talked of?
On the Wednesday I think, Helen
and I spent the afternoon and evening with Cerys, who lay in a bed on a
ventilator, surrounded by monitors, stands with blood products or other liquids
attached to syringe drives, tubes and wires connected to her. I said “hello
Cerys Mummy and Daddy are here. Cerys opened her right eye lid to look at us
for a moment and then it closed. The same happened the following day, when
Helen said “Hello Cerys Mummy and Daddy are here,” Cerys looked at us for a
moment. Cerys remember was in a drug induced coma and this would have taken a
monumental effort on Cerys’ part to have done this. This was the last time we
saw an indication that Cerys was mentally aware of us being with her.
Kyle her older sister visited
Cerys, sat with her, held her and talked to her.
Dr Harry Grubb Consultant
Haematologist, Mike Bartlett, Associated Specialist in Haematology and Tracy
Thomas Sister continued visiting to assess Cerys, or stay with her for a while.
I do remember saying to Dr Grubb,
that if Cerys had not transferred to ITU she would be dead now, Dr Grubb
aggreed.
An unknown police motorcyclist, bless
you, took 1 hour twenty minuets to deliver irradiated blood products from Cardiff to Withybush Hospital.
Cerys’ condition continued to
worsen further, over the next few days and into the week end and dispite
initally saying no more Cardiff
and with the “straw” we were holding getting shorter and shorter, we relented.
So it was on Monday the 2nd of August 2010, whilst Alison Howells Senior
Nurse and other members of the staff
team with tears in their eyes, as did we, Cerys left ITU for Cardiff, followed
a short while later by Helen, for the two hour drive to Cardiff.
Cerys travel by ambulance, it actually
hook 1 hour and twenty five minuets to get to there. Besides the paramedics,
members of ITU staff went, to care for Cerys, bless you all.
Cerys was admitted on to the
Intensive Treatment Unit and bay 10 at the Critical Care Department of the UHW.
The reason for the transfer to
here was because they had a twenty year old high frequency oscillating
ventilator and a laboratory that was open 24 hours a day,
Withybush General Hospital did not and
should have been allowed these facilities.
On the 3rd of August Andrew and I headed for Cardiff, I felt myself
getting angrier and angrier the closer and closer we got to there.
In the early days after Cerys was
diagnosed this place was a place of hope, now in my heart, it had become one of
despair.
We arrived and were met by Helen in the concourse; she said
they were waiting for us in the Teenage Cancer Trust Unit. We could not go
straight to Cerys as the medical team were with her, on a ward round?
We should have been present and listen to their medical
decisions regarding Cerys’ treatment.
I didn’t want to go to the TCT Unit, me being me I wanted
the toilet and after this a cup of tea.
To my total surprise on leaving the toilet Helen is in the
corridor talking with Cerys’ haematology consultant, whose opening comment to
me was “how was the journey?” My blood was boiling and I replied with “here we
are again, I’m so angry, were going for a cup of tea, good day!” I turned on my
heels and walked off, Helen and Andrew went with me.
When we did eventually got let in to Intensive Treatment Unit,
we did not feel that Andrew due to his learning disabilities, he would be able
to cope with seeing his sister in a bed sleeping as he would see it attached to
this ,that and the other.
So what turned out to be seven hours in total Andrew sat in
the grubby relative’s room with his DS and the TV. We had no option; we had no one to call on
being so far away from home.
Andrew never complained, he told us he wanted Cerys to get
better, Andrew was brilliant.
When Helen and I got to ITU, I found Cerys was not in an
isolation room, as no isolation room was available for Cerys.
Cerys had been neutropenic; she was now with neutropenic
sepsis. Cerys received her treatment on the open ward in bay 10. This bay, as
was the ward was in a dilapidated state and in need of intensive refurbishment.
This bay was next to a set of swing doors that was being
used as the connecting corridor between the Intensive Treatment Unit and the
High Dependency Ward, Nurses going too and fro with aprons on that should have
been removed, as part of infection control measures.
On this very afternoon we as parents expressed our opinion to
a senior nurse that this was not a satisfactory situation for Cerys to be
treated in and had this written into her medical notes.
Cerys was connected to a ventilator, the oxygen it was able
to give was near to maximum, a new central line had been fitted for the IV
drugs that were being pumped into her body which was slowly becoming grossly
swollen.
The Hickman line that had been in place for over a year, had
been removed as it may have been a cause for the sepsis.
Cerys was surrounded by stands with this or that fluid
hanging of it, monitors, syringe drivers, with wires lines and tubes attached
to her body. The young nurse commented that Cerys looked dignified. I strongly
disputed her comment, saying” where is the dignity in that,” while gesturing to
her to look again at Cerys tortured body lying on the bed
Helen and I sat around the bed that Cerys lay in we held her
hands and talked to her to console ourselfs, that at this critical stage in
Cerys’ life, she would get better and have a little longer with her life left
to live. While trying to keep out of my thoughts that Cerys’ life was near its
end and we would never see our daughter alive and at home with us again.
After what seemed like no time at all, we left Cerys to meet
up with Andrew and get some refreshments. Helen brought Cerys a brush saying, “what
will Cerys say when she wakes up and she can’t brush her hair.” This was a
desperate act by her mother she wanted to believe that Cerys would recover.
When we went to return to Cerys we were again not allowed as
the medical team were back with her as Cerys’ conditioned has worsened and they
were putting her on the twenty year old high frequency oscillating ventilator.
When we were allowed back to be with our beautiful beloved
daughter Cerys, we found her connected to this ventilator.
The force at which this ventilator, put air into Cerys’
lungs was such that it made her body bounce on the bed and the sound it made
was loud and like that of an old building site dumper.
This must have been around 7 pm and I noticed that no blood
products or fluids hanging off the stand?
At no time were we told by the
medical team that they were stopping Cerys’ blood products, although on asking
Alex the nurse with responsibility for Cerys I said to her “they’ve stopped all
Cerys blood products, haven’t they.”
Alex replied “ah yes.”
We now feel that the medical team
had made a clinical decision to accelerate Cerys’ death. The reason for this we
feel was that Cerys’ bone marrow had “crashed” a conclusion the medical teams
had come to, but had not been expressed to us.
At around eight pm and after saying
“good night dear daughter and telling her we would see her in the morning, we
left Cerys,
We headed to the flat provide by
the hospital, the same flat that Cerys and Helen had used many, many times
before. When Cerys moved from being a inpatient to a outpatient and due to the
frequency of the outpatient appointments and the distance involved in getting
to and fro from home, this had been the only option.
We were ready as we could be, for
what would be a distressing and emotionally charged night, we were not
unfortunately wrong. Some time after 9 pm the hospital phone to tell us that
Cerys was being taken for a CT scan, as her pupils were fixed & dilated and
would we come back.
Due to the lateness we had to get
to ITU through A & E. We were met in the corridor by the nurse who was now
responsible for Cerys, her name escapes me. I felt so distressed, so angry,
that I said, “we’ve come all this way to pay f**king car parking charges just
to watch our daughter die.” This nurse said, “I didn’t need to go there.” I
disagreed saying, “that’s the reality of what’s happening now!”
At the meeting, it must have been
around 10.30 pm and before going to be with Cerys, the ITU consultants were
telling us that investigations had identified massive swelling of Cerys’ brain and
that Cerys had two strokes. There was this medication they wanted to administer
that may help to preserve Cerys’ life? We aggreed to this happening, Cerys was
now back on a standard ventilator and running at its maximum output.
With regards to the stopping of
blood products to Cerys, at that time our thinking was emotionally charged and
confused and we did not challenge the medical team at the time.
We know now that without blood
products Cerys would haemorrhage internally and that is exactly what was
happening. Hence the blood in
Cerys’ urine, which a nurse said to Andrew, who was now with us, was normal
when he asked? Andrew has learning disabilities & knew what he was seeing
was not right.
Andrew was now with us at Cerys’
bedside, holding her hand and talking to her, as were Helen and I.
Cerys throughout her struggle for
life had not expressed any religious feelings, however Helen wanted her
baptised and Helen did not want her to be a “lost soul.” It was our wish that
Cerys and her older sister Kyle choose for themselves, if they wanted to get
baptised. For Cerys see was denied this opportunity.
And so it was at gone midnight,
in the dimmed light of the ward and with the back ground noise of medical equipment
and people talking, Eric a Vicar with the Church of Wales
baptised our beautiful beloved Cerys and gave Cerys the Last Rites. Bless you
Eric.
The fact that on the night of the 3rd of August and into the
morning of the 4th of August, while my wife, son and I waited in the grubbiest
of relatives rooms, for the inevitable untimely death of our beloved daughter
Cerys.
We had been required to travel so far away from home, with
no family or friends to support us, surrounded by the Intensive Treatment Unit
medical team, who only hours before had been complete strangers, in utter and
total emotional turmoil. The night was long and we slept very little, waiting
all the time for a knock on the door.
It was around 7.30 am, when that knock came and a nurse told
us there had been no improvement in Cerys’ condition.
Helen and I knew what we had to do, we had to take control
for Cerys’ and our sakes
Cerys had struggled for so long to keep her life and now it
was for us to tell the medical team that this struggle was to stop.
At around 8.30am on the 4th of August, we met the medical
team and said, “We started Cerys life, we will stop Cerys life,” this was
agreed to.
Cerys’ heart was, with the aid of life support machines
& medications, still beating.
Eric the Vicar was back with us and Alex the nurse went to
leave the bedside. I held her forearm, she stopped and I said “you will stay
and watch Cerys die.”
Around 9.15 am Cerys’ life support was turned off as Helen
Andrew and I held Cerys’ hands, taking and praying for her, we saw Cerys’ life
leave her.
How Helen, Andrew and I grieved at that moment
I remember devastatingly, who quickly the colour faded from
Cerys lips.
Helen’s phone rang, it was Kyle to say she was driving up to
be with Cerys. Helen told Kyle the tragic news that Cerys had that moment died,
Kyle was utterly devastated.
No family should see what we had seen on those remaining
days of Cerys’ life, the effort made by the medical teams to preserve Cerys
life.
The medical interventions that were required to do this had
mutilated Cerys’ frail and tortured body that had now become very swollen.
Now before us was the dead body of our beautiful beloved
daughter Cerys.
Alex the nurse said that she would remove all the medical
equipment from Cerys and then would we could sit with her. We said “no, we are
going,” safe in the knowledge that Cerys spirit would be with us again when we
got back home.
The emptiness, the hollowness that overcame me was very
black, not to have Cerys with us, not to see Cerys get married, not to hold
Cerys’ baby. The feeling that comes with me out living Cerys is a f**king awful
feeling to have.
Before leaving, we thanked the medical teams at the
Intensive Treatment Unit and the Teenage Cancer Trust Unit for all their
efforts in attempting to preserve Cerys’ life.
However we still needed to leave the car park and all I know
is I was not paying car parking charges. At the barrier I pressed the help
button and a voice said, “Can I help you.” I said, “We’ve just turned our
daughter’s life support of, please let us go home, we just want to go home.”
And with that the barrier lifted, “I said thank you, god bless you, “and we
were gone.
Cerys as did we, believed that the NHS in Wales
would make her well again.
I like to believe that Cerys went to a better place and that
when she woke up she saw her Prince. This made Cerys happy and the Prince and
her got married and have a child.
On behalf of the Lewis Family, I thank you for the concern
you took, to read Cerys’ Cancer Journey.
