New day

I knew that Monday, the day after we got back from our fun-packed trip to lalaland was going to be hectic:
With very low batteries after inadequate sleep, we had chemotherapy (herceptin) with a meeting with Dr B; Bad news: my blood count is lower than it has ever been. Below the low limit. It never did this right through the worst chemotherapy. Why???  What is going on? Worry, worry.
Then a meeting with Dr D, who removed some of the remaining stitches and finally, my first radiation treatment.

Appointment was for 4pm. About 2.30, got a call to say that they are not ready for me, but not to worry, just come in later and all will be well. Apparrently, there are all kinds of complicated preparations, that involve physisicts (Adam, maybe you can get a job), that should have been done days ago. Arriving at the later time, I was told 'a few minutes'. Those turned into a few hours, but I remained relatively calm, more worried about RR, who still hadn't been to work, nor started his own day. The woman before me came out smiling and told me "it's absolutely nothing".
Finally, they took me in. Not very comfortable at all. Taking much longer than expected. The usual moving and re-arranging, trying and trying again, with me less and less comfortable. I lie with my eyes tightly shut, ignoring the monstrous machine that hovers over, under, and around me. Trying to concentrate on beautiful scenery and plan ahead. 
Everything ends and this did too.
They came to tell me that they could not treat the part between my lungs. The machine was over-riding them. Something to do with the complicated preparations & formulae that I still do not understand. I was devastated. To have gone through so much and then to fail here. It was about 7.30pm and I was emotionally wiped out by the news.

I came home and besides eating a very hearty, unhealthy supper - meat from the freezer - the first time I ate meat in almost 2 months, but just too tired to deal with proper cooking. Worked until quite late. Nothing compared to RR who only got to work after 8pm. He was still at it at 2.30 am.

Now, it's Tuesday morning. Been up and working since a little after 6am. I'm going to get ready for my next radiation session. Hold thumbs it goes better.