Radiation is Done

And I am dancing.

If any one wants to know I suggest the 5 day Mammosite process over the normal radiation process any day. It is much easier and pleasanter. In addition the folks at St. Agnes were wonderful. They were kind, considerate and skillful. They did their jobs well and kept me happy and comfortable. In fact the whole process was almost, but not quite, fun.

Thursday we fit in (between the last 2 radiation treatments) an appointment with the adored Medical Oncologist. He set up the date for the first chemo, told me the medication I needed and the likely outcome (my long and healthy life.) He also told me I would have to learn to inject a drug into myself. Ouch. Between learning how to inject myself and how to understand Pathology reports I figure I can become either a doctor or a druggie.

What the adore Oncologist did not tell me was that chemo, which starts the day after my birthday, is a five hour process. Dear God almighty, five hours. A five hour treatment might be nice if it were at a spa, but 5 hours of sitting and having medicine pumped into my veins sounds very dull. Ugh. But I guess five hours of dull is better then the alternative.

In the vein of medical stuff, there have only been two times when a doctor told me during a medical procedure I would feel a little pressure. One was ten years ago just before a bone marrow biopsy and the second was Thursday afternoon just before the doctor pulled the radiation balloon out of my boob. Doctor's lie. I didn't feel pressure with either one, both hurt--a lot. Which brings me back to the well known fact that all Doctors are pigs-even adored doctors.

Vacation starts tomorrow. I will have much fun at the beach . I will bake in the sun and miss you all.