My Radiation Therapy

Twenty-two radiation treatments down, eleven to go; if I weren't so tired all of the time I would hardly know anything different was happening to me. I have a little soreness in the crease under my breast and the entire breast and underarm area is pinkish red, but it doesn't hurt. After all my fretting and fears about what was going to happen to me, I feel a little silly now. I didn't find www.beyondtheshock.com until just a few days before my treatments began and I was really very afraid of radiation therapy. Thank goodness for Beyond The Shock because with the information I gleaned from there I was able to begin therapy with some semblance of dignity.

In my case I have to tell you that from the beginning I have felt that no matter what I go through I do not have the right to complain or make a fuss. My case is next to nothing, I have suffered not at all compared to other people with cancer. People who have to endure chemo and other medications and then when they have suffered everything that came down the pike, they have to tolerate weeks of radiation therapy. Those people have the right to complain; the people who endure all of that and know they are going to die anyway, those people have the right to voice their displeasure, not me. I have suffered not at all.

The simple truth is, I am tired. Nothing to be done about it, nothing else to be said, it is a fact.

Don has been a rock through this mess. He drives me to the cancer center each day and waits patiently for me to be done, we come home and he runs and then goes the cross country practice and does it all over again the next day. I don't know how he does it with such a positive attitude but he does. I try not to cause any other complications in his life; he has enough to do and then some.

I have not been walking as much as I should. I know I sound like a broken record here but there you have it, the truth. As always I keep telling myself that I will get to it and make a better job of it next week…

There is always hope.