So yesterday I had clinic review as well as a lovely 1.5 hour wait for my radiotherapy appointment. Apparently treatment room 8 was where the party was because it was the only delayed area. As usual the staff were fabulous and I had a decent wait - I really can't praise the Freeman enough. It seems I accidentally picked the perfect place to live if I must insist on having cancer.
I got to catch up with my nutty oncologist who had a good poke of my arm and told me she was delighted by the progress. It hasn't all disappeared but maybe radiotherapy is like microwaving your dinner and it keeps frying the cancer for a little while longer after treatment finishes? Who knows! I must at least attempt to remember to ask them tomorrow at my last radiotherapy appointment (YAAAAY!!!!) I do think it'll be an adjustment not having my comfy cancer centre safety net but the coming and going is a serious faff on so it's for the best.
Anyhoo the oncologist had another good poke and look at my neck since my GP was so insistent that now I had cancer I must be irrationally imagining all other potential ailments, an impressive diagnosis since he didn't even bother to look (silly git). She finally located the issue; I am the proud owner of an infected tonsil apparently! Rather annoyed that I had to get the oncologist to work that out when it could easily have been resolved several weeks ago if he'd also had a good look. I need to go get some non penicillin-ee antibiotics to clear it up since it's been there so long. Maybe I can poke my GP in the eye too? That's surely acceptable now after the you do, you don't, you do, you don't, no actually you do situation with my cancer diagnosis, followed by the wrong appointment being made only to have it corrected and discovering he referred me to the wrong department! Of course he didn't cancel the incorrect dermatology appointment he made me, despite telling me he did so then I got a letter telling me off for not showing up! Don't get me wrong, if they're that interested they're welcome to have a good look but there hardly seems any point now treatment has more or less ended!
Rant over.
All else is quiet. I met a friend for lunch and another for coffee today. I popped into work too which was nice. I'm knackered still but I kept myself up and feel a bit more productive. Must get sleep but I think the thought of tomorrow being the last day is keeping me awake. It's a funny old world.
The end is more or less upon us and in this situation at least that can only be a good thing!
