After leaving hospital last November, I have finally seen a doctor about radiotherapy.
As I expressed my frustration at the delay, he went all defensive. “We’re at the end of the food chain,” he claimed. We received the referral on January the 28th. That’s still a month but as he was now cowering in a virtual nuclear bunker, I declined to pursue any queries regarding the snail’s pace of the NHS. So that’s an initial session within 2 weeks and a 5-week course of therapy with chemo medication within 4 weeks. I was assured that I wasn’t going to lose my hair. But the daily routine will involve a 52-mile round trip so I’ll become friends with even more patient transport drivers. They are a jolly lot!
Now it’s just a case of preparing for the extra exhaustion. Time to step away from the kitchen and forage in the freezer. Even after yesterday, I’m having a DEAD day.