Day after chemo

Yesterday was my second chemo session.  My husband and I travel the long journey to the hospital and see the oncologist and then I am ready for chemo.  I have a favorite nurse and am lucky that I get her again.  She sprays a freezing spray on my chest where my port is.  The spray is cold.  It becomes stinging cold when she says take a deep breath and pokes the IV into the port.  It is flushed and the Benadryl bag is hung to begin the eight hour chemo session.  Not sure why but have been emotional with this chemo.  I know I shouldn't compare my journey to another person but I do.  My friend has just completed her chemo and radiation.  She has had to have follow up surgery and is recovering.  Her friends have been very supportive of her.  Each day during her chemo and days after her friends have brought meals and have offered assistance.  She post on FB that she needs a ride to the doctor and many are there volunteering.  On the recent Relay for Life, many people walked in name and posted picture of bags and balloons with her name on it.  She had breast cancer and was just told she is cured.  The support for her and her family is something amazing, like out of a lifetime movie.  I am a bit jealous and ashamed that I am.  My husband does all he can for me, but I spend my days alone.  No one comes to bring meals or to visit.  My family lives a few hours away so I only saw them once last month.  This journey is lonely.