This whole deal has many requirements—things I have to do, all of them during work hours and none of them paying a dime. Here's the latest skinny. Saw Dr. Landis, radiation oncologist, last Friday. He spelled out the radiation thing in detail, right down to the two tattoos I have to get on each side of my torso so they can line up the machine. I've requested mermaids, at Mary's suggestion, but they keep insisting on tiny dots.
Next is a chemo consult with a Dr. Tolman. I asked why I have to talk to him, since I'm not having chemotherapy, and they waved around some vague references to hormones. Since hormones are what likely got me into this in the first place, it's not bloody likely that I'll take any more.
After that comes a CT scan so they can accurately plan the bombardment.
Finally, we go into 5 to 7 weeks of daily radiation treatments right in time to cancel out my vacation in Santa Barbara with my BFF Ellen and our nurse practioner friend Fran.
There are no fun chemicals involved in any of this; however, Dr. Landis says it increases the chances of no recurrence of the C word by 100%, so I guess I'm in.
I'd like to end this on an up note. I feel very good, I've discovered how many people care about me and they are just the people you'd want to care about you, and I'm not in the least bit worried.
FYI, here's something you might want to know. If you can't think of anything to say to someone having a hard time, say that. "I hear you are having a hard time and I don't know what to say, but I want you to know I wish you weren't."
1 comment:
It is too bad about the mermaids.
Couldn't they at least do eyeballs? Or eight balls?
I'm sorry you are missing out on SB. Can you change your trip dates?
Let me know if you need more babysitting or driving around or anything.
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