It began yesterday. By the end of the day Sheila became tired and felt more and more pain in her throat. She tried to sleep, first on the couch but later she went to bed. However, she could not sleep and in the middle of the night she took an Ibuprofen. That was not a good idea. It stuck in her esophagus and the pain got worse. Initially we thought she had Candida, because her tongue and palate saw white. She could not talk anymore because of the pain. Around 7 in the morning I called the house doctor services. They could not help, so I called the specialist in this field and we arranged an appointment at 9.10. A clinic nearby the hospital. The doctor examined Sheila and stated that there was no sign of candida. But she could see that her throat was red and pretty swollen and she was developing fever. In the meantime Sheila was shivering and looked more and more worse in the eyes of her observers. The doctor advised us to go to the hospital (merely around the corner) to take a blood test, at least. With the latest experiences in mind, Sheila refused to go to the emergency services. We were convinced that the studies of a few days ago (which took more than three and a half hours) would be re-executed, resulting in the same conclusion: ‘we cannot find anything’. We went to the outpatient oncology. The attending nurse retrieved Sheila’s file and consulted her oncologist. Sheila was shivering more and felt really bad. She could only whisper and stopped talking finally. Her blood was taken and she got a bed on a ward. Her temperature had been risen to 39.9 degrees. After a few hours we got the message that she suffered neutropenia: the chemo had flattened her immune system. She received intravenous antibiotics. Meanwhile, she send me home to buy some initial requirements. I bought a small suitcase (of course, the one we just had discarded!), underwear, bathrobe, sleeping shirt, socks, you name it, etc., etc…Meanwhile in the hospital a lung picture was taken from her. When I came back she was still in pain, in spite of the intravenous antibiotics and pills she got. No real doctor seen or spoken yet, no complain. Sheila ordered me to get more analgesics. So, I bought dissolving paracetamol at the pharmacy of the hospital. That was a real relief for her. Pfffft. I cannot stand that my love is suffering in pain while everybody around her is busy with procedures and protocols that take a real lot of time and solve nothing concrete for her sake. Due to an empty battery of my phone, I was unable to take a picture of her lying, but now smiling in the bed of the hospital. And by now her loving mother is with her!