Y'know, I was having radiotherapy a few years back. It was an utter doddle until near the end of the sessions, when I developed constipation that lasted for nearly a fortnight. I was feeling sorry for myself when I got talking to some woman there with her uncomplaining, seven-year-old kid, with a bald head who looked a bit like Elle from Stranger Things, except for the tube in her nose and a port on the back of her hand.
She had a brain tumour, she had already had a course of chemo, was having radiotherapy, and they were hoping that when she had surgery in six weeks it wouldn't leave her disabled. Does rather get things in perspective, doesn't it?
They gave me some laxatives and I somehow braved my way through it....