We supported Zak by driving him and his dad to his chemo appointments and occasionally his mum would join. His appointments were at the Royal Marsden Hospital so about a 45-mile drive from where he lived. I had my trusted sat-nav which always came into good use when we got nearer the hospital, as it warned me of where the traffic was so we could take diversions and ensure I got them there on time. We went some weird ways to that hospital. I also once drove them to Guys Hospital.
Zak was a joyful, happy child, always running around a lot. After his chemo, the last time I saw him his hair had grown back, I remember telling him he now had more hair than his daddy. When I saw him last I thought he was starting to get better, so it was a really sad time when I found out he died. It means quite a lot to me what the family have said about the support we provided.
It wasn’t just about Zak, we supported the whole family. His dad and I would speak about his allotment during those drives and just general life things, so you get to know a lot about them as a family. Driving them to and from appointments took the stress away from them, as driving to a hospital can be a stressful thing. I was always there on time and waiting for them when they came out. I never wanted them to have to worry about where I am.