They’ve been very accommodating and changed several of my appointments so Lisa can drive me there without it getting in the way of the school run. I think once or twice it does require her to ask someone to pick Georgia up from school but they seem fine with that and, if we overrun, I can always get a cab home.
So far, so good. Side effects accumulate so it’s early days. Co-codamol is pretty useless as a painkiller so I just have to stretch that sternum and stay immobile for about 5 minutes and hang the pain. It should be manageable, even for a fidget like me. To be frank, I’m glad I had a full mastectomy. The idea of my breast being zapped like that and the leaflet warnings about how it might affect the nipple have had me cringing so treating a scar seems a better option for me. I wore Mum’s ring for good luck. She had radiotherapy years ago and said it was ‘nothing’ so I just fiddled with it and thought about my mum and found it rather soothing. If you’re up there, Mum, I’m sure you’re proud of me! Yes I know I need to put on some weight and yes, I can see my hands are scrawny but I’m trying my best, I’ve got a whole pizza here!
The next 14 working days are thus mapped out and I officially ‘ring the bell’ on 18 June, a bit later than I hoped as it goes over my birthday when originally I anticipated celebrating Christmas 2018. As for ringing the bell, there actually is a shiny beribboned brass bell opposite the reception desk. It’s just not for me. I’m not a bell-ringing celebrator! Plus I know I’ll still have side effects like the neuropathy and I’ll have to adapt to hormone treatment which I’m not looking forward to (me n side effects again).
So here’s me with radiation and Lisa’s son Ryan next-door who had one of those isotope CT scans yesterday. Hey, if we pointed our fingers at each other, we might find superpowers!
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