So I went to see
my radiation oncologist. I met him back
in November when I discovered that radiation was going to be part of my
treatment plan. Right now I am more
nervous about getting “off schedule” than I am about the actual radiation
process. I am pretty sure there is a
section in my chart warning all the doctors of my hyper vigilance to stay on
schedule. I like to think I am a pretty
good patient overall. I don’t make much
of a fuss during my treatments, surgeries, and appointments…until they mention
things getting delayed. Then I begin to
panic just a bit. I have a little temper tantrum in my brain and I’m like a 3 year old who
is upset at having to put on some pants.
My lower lip pops out in a big fat pout, I cross my arms to make it
clear that I’m not happy, and smoke begins to shoot out of my ears. I have it in my head that treatments will be
over by the end of June. Since my drains
have been in longer than expected, radiation is delayed. In my whiniest voice I think
“but I set up the appointment
already. I called and said I wanted to
start radiation on May 20th”.Whaaaa!” This is not going as planned. I still have to go to the assimilation visit
(where they create the mold for my body and begin calculating angles and
placements of beams so as not to accidently zap an organ), then I have the
verification visit (where they verify that the beams are hitting the correct
area and none of the surrounding organs), and then I finally have my first of
twenty-eight treatments. Basically, this
means that I will not be done with treatments at the end of June as planned. Cue crossing arms, pouting, whining, and
smoke.
Looking
on the Bright Side…I do appreciate very thorough doctors and nurses. I do not want to be writing a blog post about
an accidental zap of my lung.
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