Marking time

Have you ever noticed that whenever you're late for an appointment, the people you're meeting are on time or even early? After yesterday's long delay, I arrived for my appointment with two minutes to spare. By the time I'd checked in, sat down, put on my spectacles and opened my book, I was called through - I think they do it on purpose!! The appointment was for 12:50; I was on my way back to my car by 13:05, despite having to be moved around into position by the radiographer. At least I've now more or less managed to control my urge to move in the direction I'm being heaved, so it does take less time than before when I tended to overshoot the correct pose and have to be repositioned!

There was little time to contemplate anything today. This is probably just as well since I'm finding it a bit more difficult to be upbeat this week. I expect it's just that the trip to the hospital is now not only boring but tiring as well, and the more delays there are, the more I look around and feel a fraud when I see others who are much sicker than I am. However, while I started this journey feeling optimistic and confident that my cancer wouldn't reoccur, the more time I spend at the hospital, the less certain I am of this, which is rather worrying. At least my legs are feeling better now, though I'm contemplating cutting down on my intake of roughage, since I suspect that the second side effect is waiting in the wings!

Fourteen more sessions... and counting...