Just wanted to post a bit of happy news today, at least to me.
It’s over!
I’ve had my last radiation therapy session yesterday and, while I’ll probably be having and feeling the effects of that therapy for several weeks yet, I don’t have to go for any more treatments.
I still have some “cooked meat” appearances and a weird looking sunburn, even some skin peeling and concomitant tenderness, but no more trips to the clinic, no more lying under a huge and heavy particle accelerator, no more exposing my tender skin and underlying tissues to a therapy that can kill or heal – or both.
Today I took my first pill for the hormone therapy. That will continue for five years and while I don’t look forward to that, either, it’s a lot easier than having to go somewhere every day at a certain time, just like I still had a job, and wondering if it was going to kill or heal. I just have to trust. And bless my sister for reminding me that it was a temporary “job.”
I was told that my energy will slowly return and the fatigue will slowly dissipate, that the skin appearance will slowly return to normal. It’s that “slowly” that I’m really unhappy about. I’m really not a patient person. Still, when there is no choice, I can wait even if I’m impatient.
I realize it could have been so much worse than a lump that hadn’t sent out tendrils that were obvious, that I didn’t have to have very much tissue lost. I feel almost guilty that I complain about various therapies when it could have been too late for them to work. Human nature, I guess.
So, it’s over. The tough part. Now it’s just hormones and regular doctor’s appointments. I can handle that. I hope!
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