July 18, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
CT scan today. I have 4 small tattoo dots on my body to line up the radiation rays perfectly when we begin next week. Other than that I look the same in the mirror. If you don't look at the x in my cleavage. It should look like a new freckle as soon as I take a shower.
But I'm timid on the inside. I had kept my attention on my daughter's wedding. Now that it is past, I have lost a bit of my bearings. I'm not sure what can keep my attention. (well, once another reception is finished next weekend) I can't pretend I'm not a cancer patient. Or that, even though the prognosis is positive, that it isn't a serious thing. I don't quite know how to navigate this new journey. . .
I do know that when radiation therapy begins, it will be 16 days of treatment, the method that is commonly used in Canada. A higher dosage of radiation for a shorter period of time. 20 minute appointments--
I have gotten the OK to ride an exercise bike, but that is it. Nothing weight bearing throughout the radiation. That seems like a big step back. I'm missing the routine. Feeling like I'm returning to where I was--
Except I am aware I am fighting to stay alive.
Guess I'll tackle the transformation as it comes . . .