Radiotherapy # 13, 20 to go

I am well pissed off!  The taxi was a whacking 45 mins late (again).  GG did let me know, but nearly at the time when he was due to arrive, leaving me no time to change my plans and ask dh to come home early to take me.  I let the radiotherapy dept know and they were very nice although my arrival was near to their closure at 18h.  If he had called me earlier I could have even taken the bus and train myself and arrived on time.

I shared the taxi with another radiotherapy client who was on his way home but was obliged to pick me up and drop me off first.  Poor guy had cancer in his jaw and had had his jaw practically rebuilt and was doing kine to learn how to open it and eat again.  He was also now doing radiotherapy.  I'm sure the last thing he wanted to do was pick me up and elongate his day.  He was very very nice but it was difficult to understand what he said, but we did have a conversation.  GG said that Thursdays were 'delicate' and could I not move my sessions to the morning?  That would mean I had to go in to see the dr on a Saturday morning so I flatly refused as I wanted the weekends off from medical appointments.

I arrived so late, which I was embarrassed about and the doctor had left for the day so I didn't get the weekly consultation (I am having more pain and redness at the edge of my other breast and stomach problems so I wanted to discuss them) and I wanted my ordonnonce for the cure in February, which she was planning to give to me today.  The actual session went fine but when I called the taxi to come home, he was still taking the other guy home and wouldn't arrive for at least 25 mins (make that 40 in taxi speak), so I disturbed dh and the kids to beg for a lift home.  GG sounded hacked off to lose the fare and just said 'oh you can sign the fare sheet tomorrow then'.

dh is going to try to work out something so I don't have to be at the vagaries of GG on a Thursday.  It' not the first time we've had this problem on this day.

This is just the end to a day when I was so flat out I dropped the children at school at 8h30 and went straight back to bed until noon.  I did absolutely nothing today apart from my medical appointments and I cancelled a night out with my friends because I was so tired.  A real bleergh day.

Today I am grateful, nevertheless - for a good appointment with the listening brunette psychologist who told me that it's no use having a nice pair of tits in a coffin (not her exact words obviously) when I talked about the mtg with the surgeon this week.  We discussed stuff I've been working on and worried about and although the appointment finished with me crying, it was good appointment.