and poor old dh couldn't cope with the nausea with the chemo and had to leave.
I'm gutted.
I've spent almost all the day in the car, driving to work, teaching, coming home, taking dh to the hospital and having to leave him there because the treatment was too late, dring back to school, teaching another lesson, then back in the car, pick up dh, pick up the kids.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing half the time. Thank god my neighbour has the kids so at least I can cry