Posts from the ‘radiation’ Category

You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry…

Heh.  Ok.  I’m not really angry.  Actually I feel just fine.  Had my first radiation treatment today.  I got to sit in the special “Gowned patient waiting room”: James Taylor playing in the background, donuts and coffee available, assorted books for reading.  The windows look out on to the Serenity garden (which actually just makes me think of Firefly, but I’m weird that way.)  So I sat in my breezy hospital gown waiting for my turn in the machine.   I’ve been so lucky, the nurses and therapists are wonderful here too (see entry on awesome chemo nurses).  So I lie down in my Grecian pose and the machine lights up, putting crosshairs on my notaboob, just like David Banner’s head.  As I’m lying there trying to pretend that my skull is glued to the board so I don’t move, I have the Incredible Hulk theme playing in my head.  And then just to change it up, it’s the walking away theme.

I probably dated myself with that one, huh?   So back to the radiation.  Basically there were some whirrs and clicks and I was done.  I feel pretty good.  Haven’t actually been angry yet to find out if my notaboob grows bigger, stronger and green. 

Ok.  So it’s nothing like that.  But wouldn’t it be cool if it were?

Out of whack.

So I went to the Radiation Oncology dept of the hospital all ready to get my new flashy tattoos (OK.  They’re tiny blue freckles.  But we can pretend that they’re cool.)  and found out my CT scan was crooked.  It placed my heart right smack in the field where they were going to radiate, which is no good.  After two more scans it was determined that it was not the scan that was out of whack, it’s that I’m actually crooked.  When you lie flat, your sternum is supposed to be directly above your spine.  Apparently, mine is slightly off, which means in order for it all to line up correctly I actually have to lean slightly to the left, with my arm up in the air and my head turned right to look over my shoulder.  Very comfortable.  If you’re posing for a Grecian vase that is. Figures.

I get my tattoos tomorrow and rads start on Wednesday.  Woo.

Fanny Pak, Kindergarten, and the Radiation Oncologist.

You might be asking yourself, “Self?  What the heck to all these things have to do with one another.”  The answer would be…absolutely nothing. Yep.  Nothing.  I’m going random today.

Number 1 on the agenda.  My beloved Fanny Pak has been voted off the island.  Apparently it’s one of the most controversial votes in the single season history of America’s Best Dance Crew.  (Yes, there is some sarcasm in the previous statement…)  So here they are, a clip from their last show.  Loved those guys.


Number 2 is that dearest L went to Kindergarten today.  In the same school and same room as I did back in ’79.  Same green carpet.  Same pea gravel.  Totally new Smart Board.  Those things are COOL!

L's first day of Kindergarten. *sniff sniff*

L's first day of Kindergarten

Last, but not least, I saw the Radiation Oncologist today.  7 weeks of radiation, left front, left back, and left axillary nodes (or where they used to be…).  Basically fry me to a crisp.  They do it at an angle so as not to damage the lung and heart, but there is a 5% risk of damage.  There is also an increased risk of lymphedema (yippee.) with the radiation to the lymph nodes.  I go next week for the CT scan and probably will start rads the following week.