Well, yesterday marked the halfway point in the radiation therapy. Once again I find myself wondering why this wasn’t a piece of cake, as I had hoped and planned it to be. The answer is I got a lousy baker who substituted salt for sugar, I guess. I never was any good at baking…
I was gifted with two more tatts yesterday, followed by a CT scan. Why, I had to ask…I thought we were far past that particular milestone. Apparently “we” are prepping for the final “booster” treatments next week. Four of them. Radiation on steriods aimed directly at the surgical site? Oi vey. I vaguely remember mention of this in the past, but never gave it much thought. Until now. I am feeling soooo tired and super icky right now, I can barely function. Four mega blasts of radiation? I shudder to think, other than to repeat my mantras that this too shall pass and summer is coming (it used to be spring!), while singing along with Kelly Clarkson that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
But then I think of those three young women who endured a decade of horror in my hometown, Cleveland, Ohio. OMG. Cleveland buds, can you believe our birth place is playing a starring role in all of this?! And I’m bitchin’ about a year (tops) of discomfort with unlocked doors, loved ones around me and freedom to come and go, if I am able to, not if I’m allowed to. Many, many, many blessings to count, all around.
May. 7, 2013
Judy Richter 