Well, first rads today. I'm at work, supposed to be marking but can't concentrate. I've got the attention span of a gnat and really can't focus. I'm not really sure why I bothered coming in. I think the routine is good for me. And the company. Lovely to talk to people, just mundane boring day to day stuff. Thanks folks.
Watch this space...
Well. Rads was... interesting. I was scared, I'm not ashamed to admit it. When I was in the changing room, getting into my 'rip off gown' (velcro shoulders and sides. To be pulled down to my waist once on the table) I started really panicking. When I lay on the table I was terrified. As the machine moved over me I started hyperventilating. The first time the machine buzzed (a high pitched electrical wasp) a hot flush started.
The whole thing lasted about 3 minutes. I THOUGHT I felt my breast get warm and I imagined I could smell something. Hmmm
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As I was getting zapped, K was upstairs in chemo hell getting Herceptin. Before I went into the radiotherapy suite I'd taken her up some flowers and chocs. Afterwards, I went up to see her and we met for the first time.
I stayed 3 hours and we chatted and got on fabulously. We showed each other our scars and generally talked out the cancer, kids, partners, work and uni. It was really good. She's lovely, MUCH funnier, ballsier and lively than the impression I got by text. Fab.
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All afternoon, after rads, I had a sicky feeling and a faintly dizzy sense of being slightly out of balance. I really, really hope this isn't a sign of side effects.
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