Mom yay for finally being nearly finished! I hope your skin continues to hold up, glad that the cream and tea seem to be working :)
I'm sure on my phone I just click on names to see profiles but that's mobile site, I don't know about the app. I remember your photo from the other day, very nice, at the age comment, by my estimation 20 years ago you would've just been celebrating your 1st birthday?
handbags I think you need to make your profile public so people can see the photo :)
really, shooting's post has reminded me, when you feel up to it, it would be worth looking into the complaints procedure for the various mishaps during your treatment. If you're on the NHS, the hospital should have PALS who can guide you through the complaints procedure. I know it's not much fun reliving bad experiences but it will hopefully mean that mistakes won't be repeated in future, and that they will be extra careful in your future care. I've had something vaguely similar as having to complain about a GP who misdiagnosed my cancer through laziness/carefulness. It wasn't a traumatic experience in itself but the possible impact on my prognosis and my treatment is frustrating and it's taken me quite a while to work up the emotional strength to complain, also wanted to wait until I'd moved away from the surgery, which I'm doing in the next few weeks. I won't ramble on about it but I do know it's not as simple as just complaining, but it is well worth it given what has happened to you.
I will say, to reassure anyone newly diagnosed, apart from that one GP mishap, my treatment has been fabulous. I tell anyone who listens or runs away with their fingers in their ears how grateful I am for the care I received. I've always been passionate in my support of the NHS, but the cancer has made it more personal. My care, and that of everyone I have met during, has been outstanding. Everyone, apart from my wanker of an oncologist, has treated me with such kindness and tenderness, and dignity. Parts of my treatment left me feeling disgusted with my body and it was the nurses and doctors and HCAs who made me feel like I was still a person. At times it moves me to tears how so many people went above and beyond, not just for me but for every patient. If I were a millionaire, and was in better health, I'd apply to train as a doctor and spend my life trying to repay that.
Anyway, I shall blame my rambliness on the combination of chemo brain, tiredness and having just taken this evening's medication. I can't even remember quite what my original point was!
I hope everyone has had a good evening, night night