Not one of my best days...........

After a sleepless night, (my head would not stop…..)

I turned up at the hospital on time, in true German fashion. Silly me really, you would have thought that I would have learned by now. After a 30 min wait to see the oncologist (a stand-in for the normal chap I see), he greeted me with a handshake, whilst looking anywhere but me. I have always been a stickler for eye contact and always worked on the basis of ‘don’t trust someone who can’t look at you)

The 15 min scheduled meeting took less than 5 min and the only words he said where: ‘You are not doing Radiotherapy’ (said as a statement, not a question)

‘Your white blood cells are below average, but that normal’ (I would question, how ‘normal’ can be associated with ‘below average’. In fact, as he said that I could not help thinking about my ‘below average’ performance in Math at school. Wish my father had known then that this equates to ‘normal’, this would have saved some upsetting moments) I digress.

Meeting with Oncologist over, I walked dutifully upstairs to the ‘poison rooms’, only to be told that none were free and that I had to venture downstairs again, until ‘later’.

When I eventually was called, I have to say, retrospectively I don’t know why I was so keen to get up there (I know why, I just wanted to get this over and done with), the ‘nurse’ did a grand job in not getting the IV into the vein. I hurt (to use my son’s expression), ‘like a mother’. In fact, for the one hour the Herceptin was dripping into me, I was in some pretty impressive pain. Every cold drop of the liquid going into the vein and travelling up my arm, I felt and wished the stuff would drip a little faster.

The side effects of the pain ‘all over my body’ kicked in quite quickly and are still ongoing.  

Having felt sorry for myself for most of the day, which I admit it quite pathetic, but hey, can’t smile every day, I did smile when I received Tobers’s message below:

Don’t like you with bald head - you need to get some hair. Hope you are wearing a wig for the wedding. Two bald gits is too many.

Tobers if you are reading this, I have bad news, there will be a lot more bald heads than just two ( Geoff and myself) at the wedding! I won’t be on my own!!!