I have begun radiation. (The hip term on-line is "Rads") 5 days a week for 7 weeks. 7 down - 26 to go. I think today I'll try to get some pictures off for ya'll. You lay on this table similar to what's hiding in the basement of hospitals in the morgue, where you are pulled out & pushed in. Only you don't get locked up behind a door. You get pushed toward an interesting robotic like machine with arms that swirl around you while you are watching a reflection of yourself with a grid of green lazers on your body. Almost like something from "The Matrix"with Keanu Reeves or "War Games" with a young Matthew Broderick. Right when the machine starts making noise a handly red warnnig light goes off and starts flashing, reminding everyone else to get the hell out of there should they have wondered in, I guess.
I’ll be heading into a Lymphedema Clinic as well, which is supposed to be an every day thing too. Yee haw. While all this driving around is a headache and a costly gas guzzler, it is certainly not as bad as chemotherapy. Sure, there are side effects, but at this point, I’m just happy chemo is over.
I did have a revelation the other day….
As I was waiting for my GYN/Surgeon doctor to come to the room for my 2 week follow up to my recent surgery, I realized HOLY COW I need to start shaving my legs again! I haven’t needed to shave my legs in 5 months. That’s certainly all I’ll miss. Of all times to realize it though. At the doctor’s office.
We've all seen the e-mail joke that's about 15 years old of the woman that went to her GYN sporting glitter from the bathroom washcloth.... I'm sure some of you have comments about experiences like this. Lets HEAR 'em!