Trying Times, Cosmic Chaos, and a Very Human GOSH

Is the universe testing me and my husband Terry? Some days, I think the answer is a resounding yes.

Today (Thursday 15th October 2025) was one of those “only in the life of a parent of a child with cancer” kind of days.

GOSH—Great Ormond Street Hospital—is filled with the kindest, most hardworking nurses and staff you could imagine. But, bless them, sometimes it feels like the whole logistical side of children’s cancer treatment is run by a last-minute dot-com startup. 🤯

Case in point: we get an email saying:

• MiBG contrast injection: 22nd October

• MiBG scan: 23rd October

Perfectly clear, right?

Except… the MyGOSH App says:

• MiBG contrast injection: 21st October

• MiBG scan: 22nd October

Which. Is. It?

I get it—people are human. Mistakes happen. But as a parent sitting here juggling clinics, emails, phone calls, and schedules, it’s simultaneously terrifying and a little funny.

And then there’s the potassium iodide capsules saga. Protocol says Maya needs one the day before her contrast injection, one the morning of, and one the day after. That’s three tiny capsules.

GOSH’s plan? Come to London and pick them up yourself. I mean… come on. Surely there’s a closer option—either collect from the William Harvey Hospital (Ashford), or the Royal Marsden Hospital (although we had to pay ULEZ), or a courier service that delivers straight to our front door.

This is the reality most people never experience: the constant juggling, the tiny miracles of planning a child’s care, and the occasional chaos that comes with relying on humans—even the best humans in the world.

So yes, I worry. But I also laugh. Because sometimes, humour

is the only thing that keeps your sanity intact when the universe decides to throw a few curveballs your way.

And hey, at least GOSH nurses are only human. That makes me nervous… but also makes me love them a little more.