I met with the radiology oncologist today to discuss the start of my 6 – 7 weeks of radiation and I have a bad case of the “I don’t wanna’s”. Granted, radiation therapy has come a long way since it was first used in the 1930’s to treat cancer. And it’s a critical part of my treatment to prevent local recurrence. But being a child of the late 50’s/early 60’s, I can’t help thinking of giant mutant spiders and monsters from the Blue Lagoon.
The treatment starts with a number of planning sessions where they give you a tattoo in 3 places so they know where to aim the beam. [I’m going to request the faces of Mo, Larry and Curley.] You also have to get a CAT scan so they know the exact position of your heart, lungs, esophagus, etc. so they don’t nuke those by mistake. Needless to say, none of it sounds like much fun. Besides which, I’ll need to avoid things like the sun, salt water and chlorine. Did someone say “summer”???
I hate feeling sorry for myself, but being that summer is my favorite time of year, I am a bit cranky. Who knows, maybe I’ll end up as a fifty-foot woman. There could be some fun in that.