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It was a bit strange in the waiting room this morning as the familiar faces weren't there. Almost everyone I know has finished their treatment. It may sound odd, but a definite community develops as you go to the treatment sessions each day and see the same people regularly. In fact, you get to know when your friends are due to leave and you have a little celebration with them before they go.

Not much to say today. I was home by 09:15 as the treatment was only five minutes behind schedule and the traffic was light. What I have noticed this week, however, is that my own behaviour has changed; until the end of last week, I was leaving the hospital and going shopping, visiting a café or simply going to the seaside to look at the sea. This week, I just want to come straight home. I'm not tired exactly, though I am now taking short naps in the afternoon. I'm not quite sure what's changed, but I just don't want to spend time out of the house when I'm not having treatment. It may be because of the side-effects, though I haven't had any problems when I've been out, so it seems odd if that's the reason. Maybe I'm just becoming a bit anti-social!

Still, things will probably change again next week because there's...

One more session.... and then no more counting...