Mum had spent the morning in the flat cleaning with me. Worrying. Checking I was ok. Making me breakfast. She was looking after her eldest as best she knew how. The plan was we would go to Baker Street where we would meet Delphine, and head to my first session.
The problem was, I just didn’t know if Mum would cope well with the setting. Seeing her daughter in a room with other cancer patients. The needles. The drugs. I would be worrying more about her state. We discussed it and she agreed. Mum would stay at home and wait for me to come back. I would keep her updated as and when I could. I think we were both secretly relieved.