I have to say, the process wasn't terrible. I've been a little more tired than usual (but that's what afternoon naps are for), my throat has been extremely sore, and my skin looks like I fell asleep in the sun, but nothing too unmanageable.
Like most things with cancer, it's the emotional toll that was the most taxing. Everyday for over four weeks I had to go sit in a waiting room with women more than twice my age. Not once did I ever see any patient under the age of 60.
This, frankly, is a constant reminder that I shouldn't be dealing with this.
What should I be doing? I should be finding my dream job. Or I should be traveling the world. Or, hell, I should be having babies (or at least another puppy). But early in this process I learned to give up on the idea of "shoulds".
As we all know, life doesn't always obey our "shoulds."
The mere fact that I had to start every day in a hospital took its own emotional toll. It's hard to move forward when your wake-up call is a daily dose of radiation.
But today, I am finished.
Now all I have to do is wait...
What will inevitably feel like a lifetime (aka 6 weeks), is how long I have to wait to learn if the radiation was even successful.
Everyone, keep your fingers crossed...
Because you should!
|I certainly hope so!|