Ho hum

I was worried about the radiologist I found since I discovered he does not use custom-measured foam cushions for positioning, which I somehow thought was the state of the art. But having been through one treatment,  I'm not worried. To ensure you're in the same position every day, they draw on you with permanent ink during the initial measurement -- both sides of the body -- then line up the spots with lasers that come out of the walls in the treatment room. Pretty cool, actually.

Surgeon says it'll take a year for all the side effects of chemo to really subside, though apparently my immune system is back to normal now.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Nice choice for a first radiation treatment. Thanks. At least I have lovely little stickers all over myself. I feel like a stripper.

Next step

(I almost typed "Going forward" as the title.... been in the corporate world too long!)

So. My life is one big hot flash, but I have loads of energy, which is making me feel like my old self.

I've put off calling the radiation people, but I have to do it today, since I'm supposed to start that this week.

Bracing myself to research how to minimize skin damage from radiation, and the side effects of tamoxifen, which is the NEXT next step.

I'm removing my link to Susan G Komen, due to their opposition to Planned Parenthood.

I feel good!

That is all.

Pause

I never intended this blog to be a list of medication side effects. But that's what the cancer experience has been for me, really. The larger-picture issues don't hit every day. But a nose that runs non-stop for 4 months most certainly does.
Etc.  (Which should really be 'et c' since it's an abbreviation of 'et cetera.' But I digress.)

My eyes are screwed up, in keeping with the malfunctioning of all the other soft tissue north of my neck. Cancer center says to wait another 30 days before having an eye exam, waiting for the toxic crap to exit my system a bit more.

Good thing I don't read for a living. Or anything.

Sinus infection

... from hell. Days and days of bright colors coming out of the wrong place and blinding headache.

Dear immune system, you're welcome to come back any time you like.


*sigh*

DONE!

Slept through the whole shebang today, despite junk food delivered upon request and consmed far too early in the day.  No allergic reaction. Hemoglobin is 11.2.

Ran out of gas on the way home, then got a ticket for expired plates. And I don't even care. My poor right arm will now officially enter recovery from pincushionhood. I get a month off, then radiation.

Yay, me.