Having my mask fitting a second time was weird - I don't remember it being like that the first time, but maybe it was just my rubbish memory and it has been so long ago.
They asked if I wanted music then forgot to put it on - though I had earplugs and headphones to drown out the clanking ("is that a machine working?!" I asked a radiographer when I was there recently, outside another radiotherapy room. It is loud, incredibly loud). I was looking forward to a bit of smooth eighties movie soundtrack style tunes.
Anyway, Radiotherapy will recommence soon. Two weeks only. I'm not stressing about it because I like going there (we have normal conversations, although I'm in a different room this time) and because I refuse to think about outcomes and why I'm there. Hopefully by the end tumour #2 will have been blitzed.
Yes, tumour #2. I don't know what this all means, I'll only know after radiotherapy finishes and I have another MRI (hopefully with music this time). It's very small and we've caught it early. I've been told I won't lose hair with this radiotherapy so let's hope that's the case.
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