Everyone, Sorry for not posting sooner - My radiation treatments concluded two weeks ago. At first, I just slept in, and napped, trying to get my strength back. I went home to the mountains and drank in the views and watched the critters who came to visit, and played with my darling kitten, Arabella Butterfly. And gloried in getting past the whole pie - biopsy, surgery, treatments, etc.
Now I miss my fellow patients, with whom I shared experiences each morning, in the waiting room. Which brings up a real surprise that I shared with my oncologist.
I was three or four treatments away from completion, and I strated to feel very anxious about the end - when I would no longer see the radiation staff, the nurses and the doctor every day. As I looked into myself, I realized that they had taken on a magical talisman feel for me. I felt like thay were keeping me safe from the cancer returning - which indeed they were, but not in the same way I was feeling. I felt like my cancer would sneak back as soon as I didn't have my team to lean on every day! Well, the doctor said that was not at all an unusual feeling, and that I would get over it - I have - and to rememer that I would still have the support of the team. In fact, next week I will see the doctor again for a follow-up on my skin and surgery sites, to be sure that everything is healing.
I am feeling much better, still can't wear a bra cause it rubs on the boost area. And now I can truely say I have joined the list of survivors!
