Trekking to the hospital every day, at slightly differing appointment times, avoiding the road closures in the village, reversing down single track lanes past trucks that really shouldn’t be there, squeezing into ridiculously small parking spaces, sitting around with delays to the appointment time and then finally boobs out, squished into a very precise position on a spectacularly uncomfortable “bed” before being nuked for the grand total of 90 seconds….welcome to radiotherapy.
Honestly, I am a bit fed up this week. I had bloods on Tuesday, ahead of the Zometa (bisphosphonate) bone infusion planned for Thursday, but the pharmacy screwed up and managed not to send the actual medication, so I had my Phesgo injection but no bisphosphonate, which means the bloods need to be repeated next time.
I have a bone scan next week, plus the next 5 radiotherapy sessions and last week I had my 3rd Covid jab. Seems I am travelling to appointments on a daily basis and honestly I am done with it all. And, work is super busy (driver shortages and EU visas).
And the radiotherapy is a bit like a mild sunburn, a bit itchy at night, so not sleeping well. And to top it off, I have a stinking head cold and cough so not feeling 100%.
On the plus side, I stopped for nice coffee on the way home a couple of times and at least it's now Friday night and I've chilled out with schnitzel and wine 
