Getting nostalgic as I near the end of radiation. These pictures fascinate me. I don’t look like the same person and I don’t feel like either look like me! First one dated 2/13, the day I was discharged from the hospital and 4 days post-tumor biopsy. Second photo from 3/6, my first day of radiation therapy.
First chemo & radiation treatments are complete.
Here’s how my morning went so far…
5 am: Take Zofran (anti-nausea)
5:30 am: Take Temodar (chemo)
6:30 am: Take regular morning meds
7:20 am: Get radiation
8 am: Have weekly meeting with radiation doc
9 am: Eat birthday cake
I’ve gained 10 pounds since they made my radiation mask. It’s hella tight now and a little disconcerting to say the least. The tech warned me that I had waffle marks on my face when she took it off. I looked reptilian and naturally made Dan snap a picture. The mask was so freaking tight.
Did I mention they clamped my head to a table with a mask and it was really tight? 😉
The hardest part of radiation though is lying on the table with nothing to do but ponder my circumstances. (Same for MRIs.) There was a fair bit of me trying not to ugly cry while they played the 80s rock station for me. Today was Paradise City, Shoot to Thrill, and Faithfully.
I am generally in good spirits, but have my moments. It’s healthy to have moments, I do believe.
The rest of my treatment appointments this week will be midday instead of early morning.