Goodness me, I'm glad he isn't my oncologist. On second thoughts, I almost wish he was--so I could sack him!
My partner is also a bit isolated; he doesn't live with me but is worrying himself sick over my situation. I've worded up a couple of my mates and they've started giving him a call during the week or inviting him out to the pub for a beer on a Saturday afternoon even though I'm too crook to go. I think it's doing him some good--it's making him feel like part of a larger group and he's realising that I'm not on my own and that there are people apart from him who will do some of the heavy lifting if required. I'm lucky to have some fantastic people in my life and together they are propping each other up. There is absolutely no way that he would go to a support group or a counsellor so I'm doing it by stealth.