Today I had my appointment with the radiotherapy team. I had a CT scan and several tattoos (which, for the record really hurt!!!!). This was my first opportunity to see the dates for my radio and talk through my options. All was going well until I requested hospital transportation to and from my appointments. It's summer holidays and it's very difficult to organise child care AND get to the hospital. My treatment starts on the 9th August and is every day till the 2nd September. The consultant lectured me on his budgets for transport and questioned why I needed it. ?%*$ !!!!! Obviously the last 4 months of chemotherapy and the terrible feeling of tiredness, fatigue and sickness count for nothing and I should be driving myself every day, after all, as he kindly told me, he lives further away from hospital than I do and he drives every day down the M25................ WHY DOESN'T HE GIVE ME A LIFT THEN AS HE'S DRIVING PAST MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!
After he upset me so much and I cried and cried he relented and the bus will pick me up to take my for my treatments. He was having a bad day and he took it out on me. I could do without it and I didn't deserve it. Thanks Mister, and have a nice weekend!