I need to apologize for a somewhat somber post a couple of days ago, just had a moment of 'reality' -- I think when someone is given a diagnosis of cancer so many emotions go through your mind that it takes awhile for the truth to sink in. After talking to my radiology oncologist, I felt a lot better. She herself has had cancer and that made me realize she really knows what this is all about from personal experience. So, today, while still very tired, I emotionally feel better. Plus I'm sitting here squeezing Bart the Farting Hippo while Rich is trying to make me a smoothie.
There really isn't much to report at this point. Radiation is moving along, I've gotten the series down pat -- my favorite part is seeing the radiologists coming around the corner because then I know I can stretch out and move. Does not take long really, maybe 15-30 minutes depending on them matching all the dots and lines and tats with the machine's dots and lines and then they radiate all around about 10-12 zaps in each quadrant area - I think 6-8 quadrants. I keep losing count because I'm counting the zaps. Then I get anxious for the last one to finish and forget to count. lol. Tomorrow is the last rad treatment for week 2 and I am looking forward to two days 'off' so to speak. Thanks everyone for your support, love, prayers and thoughts. I will be wearing my Jersey Girl pink hat courtesy of Pam and Andy for each session from now on...it's to give Harvey a little anxiety and a visual that I mean business! There was a joke out awhile back that pertained to the devil but I'm replacing that with Harvey's name. It said something like "be such a person that when you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, Harvey screeches 'holy crap, she's up!" Be well, Marilyne