3rd November. Last Radiotherapy

I went miserably and alone to my last radiotherapy session today. I was not feeling very brave or communicative. The radiographer asked if I was doing anything nice to celebrate my last treatment. No. In retrospect I should perhaps have planned a treat for myself.
The oncologist checked my chest, advised me to continue to use the aqueous cream, advised that the skin soreness might yet reach its peak in a week or so, and suggested it is usual practice to have a check up in a month's time and then another one a year after original diagnosis, and them it's just annual mammograms on my remaining breast thereafter.
He could see I was distressed and invited me to tell him what was wrong. So I did. Now he's referred me to the clinical psychologist! Well, what else could he do? I'd have done the same in his shoes!
Silver lining: I had planned to meet up with Martha just to swap notes about our forthcoming Alpha Away Day arrangements after my hospital appointments. This turned into a lovely lunch out together in town, sharing stories of life's battles and God's blessings! He often does that- puts the right people in my life just when needed, to help me and let me know He's here, in it all, with me.