I had my first radiation treatment today. No big deal. The wait was the longer ordeal. The radiation rooms were backed up, so the waiting rooms were packed. Half the people in regular clothes, the other half in hospital gowns and various other pieces of clothing. Some could keep their pants on, others just had the gowns and their socks and shoes.
If anyone from a hospital is reading this, I have one request. Please, please get roomier gowns. I'm a big guy, and I have to walk around in a gown that clearly isn't intended for someone my size. I live in fear that if I take a deep breath, the seams will burst.
But the treatment itself was really nothing. You lie on the table, get zapped for about 30 seconds. The machine rotates to go underneath you (I guess they want to brown both sides). It zaps you again, and that's pretty much it.
While I was waiting for my turn, I ran into one of my old doctors. He had seen me about a year ago when I had the brain tumor. I was embarrassed because I didn't recognize him at first. I am terrible at names and faces. He said he had kept up on my progress and read my charts. I appreciated the concern.
There was a lot that went unspoken in our conversation. He clearly knew what my charts showed, that my case isn't really going the way we would hope. There's not much you can say in those situations. He sort of shrugged. I did, too. He knows. I know. And he said to just take it one day at a time. That's really all you can say. I appreciated the fact that he had been watching over my case without my even knowing it.
So this will be my routine for the next 10 days. I hope that when it's over, the tumors on my spine will be dead. Then I have to decide what to do about chemo. But that's two weeks away. Like my doctor said, all you can do is take it one day at a time.