Consultation Mondays are not exactly my favorite days, but here we went again. I take it as my humble contribution to this long healing process.
I left the apartment at about 3:30 am. As it is usually the case, the streets were desolate, except for the usual homeless people who sleep across the Vargas Hospital. Maybe it had to do with yesterday being March 10th, doctors' day. Probably most doctor's cancelled their consultation (usually there are quite a few people, either patients or their relatives, around the hospital).
It was very cold (at least for me and for the dog). When I got to the Blood Bank, there were already 11 people ahead. Some of them were relatives, doing what I was for their patients, a few were the patients themselves.
It breaks my heart every time to see old people going through this. As if the cancer itself were not enough, some of them, not having relatives or friends to accompany them in this process, have to sleep in front of this place to guarantee a spot in the consultation list.
We definitively need more doctors and more places like this to avoid overcrowding one single cancer treatment center. Unfortunately, for the time being that is far from happening.
We will continue making our little sacrifices and going thanks for whatever attention we can get.
I honestly have a great sense of admiration for the doctors and nurses who work at this place. They have to work all day every day with scant resources, bearing the responsibility for any failure resulting from such undesirable circumstances, but also the credit for any success.
I went back to the apartment at about 7:30 am. 
Online classes on a Monday are usually frustratingly heavy since students seem to ressist the fact that the weekend is over. I ended up with a migraine and went to bed by 9:30.