Either I am becoming immune to medical appointments, or I really am approaching the end of the tunnel. My experience at the radiotherapy planning this morning was more than I'd hoped for. The staff were all lovely, informative, organised and helpful. I felt as if I was in the safest hands. Dr Plowman was chatty and positive, and when I commented that I felt sure I was going to get rid of this cancer - he said - 'If it hasn't already gone'. Now that's more like it.
I've been given my appointment schedule, which apart from a couple of afternoon appointments, means that I will be given my 15 minute dose of radiotherapy every morning between 9 and 10am which suits me very well - up, out, nuke, shop. They also tattooed three dots onto me - one on each side and one in the middle - which hurt like hell. Hats off to the Beckhams - their pain threshold obviously greater than mine. I asked about turning one of the dots into a heart and the young, rather good looking male nurse gave me the kind of look you would normally reserve for an old lady on the bus.
Along with the 25 sessions, I also get 4 massages - roughly one a week - and plenty of opportunity to talk to the breast care nurse as well as a weekly catch up with Dr P.
Starting as I mean to go on I diverted into John Lewis directly after the session to buy a couple of home phones (none working) and then onto M&S to get Emily some new school uniform as she has already grown out of the stuff I got her back in September, via Borders where I got a couple of paperbacks for reading on the bus. I am seriously worried about my bank balance at the end of radiotherapy and may need people to come with me just to hold my credit cards.
So first session 6th Feb and all finished on 11th March....
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Hi Mary - just had a catch up. You've made me cry again (rather Luc did!). If you feel up to another match with Luc, you know where I am! Take care and will be thinking of you on Feb 6. Joe xx
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