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!!!