Unfortunately Dave’s dialysis tube sprung a leak today and came apart. This is a life threatening situation as, if anything causes the tube to become vulnerable, he immediately has to go to the hospital which looks after him. If only it were close by, but no, he has to drive himself 60 miles to get treatment. At the moment he is there having a new tube fitted and doing an exchange with a bag loaded with antibiotics. After only seven days on dialysis we have already been presented with problems and I can’t help but worry that this may be how life will be from now on. Nevertheless I will try to regain the optimism I was feeling when we first came back last week. I suppose what makes me particularly upset is that he’s had to face this alone. Up until now I’ve been with him on each hospital visit but today I was attending a meeting regarding one of my pupils and was unable to take his call telling me what had happened. As this is the first emergency we’ve had, I’m taking it particularly badly. Update. Dave arrived home during the evening, tired but none the worse for wear. I’ve realised that I’ll have to get used to this sort of thing happening and that it’s just not practical or realistic for me to expect to be able to be there for him each time.