Daughter's 3 9th birthday this week, cheers us both up to think of something nice instead of cancer.  Bad day yesterday,  someone drove into me in my car just before chemo visit, things like that are so traumatic when you are already coping with cancer.   Chemo was a struggle as hubby's veins have apparently disappeared, I wish we could! Phlebitis in one arm and hot water to tempt the veins back.  No one quells you these things happen, it's a learning curve.   So sat in waiting room out of the way, can no one sit quietly now days  one man playing drums on a plastic bag, another listening to tinny music with only one ear plug in, one tapping feet another sighing heavily every few minutes and none of them were being treated! !  I feel like I am in a mad house and wander the corridors waiting to get back in with himself, no room as we are stuck near the sink, so I am constantly moved by staff as I am in the way, this is not a pleasant environment to be in, despite the staff being kind,  they are so busy there is little time for carers,  we 're the elite but on the periphery of treatment.  One more course to go then radiotherapy,  my summer will be gone before I know it but we will have next summer to make up.  Carol