December 21
Radiation isn't too bad, but I AM getting burned and it's beginning to itch. Yuck. I think the hardest part is driving up there every day knowing that I'm just going to get burned some more. It's kinda like getting sunburned at the beach, and going back every day to get sunburned on top of the sunburn you already have.
Ever seen the inside of a radiation room?
I lie on the bed and put my arms in the "stirrups" up by my head and then hold on to a bar that sticks up between my arms. That blue thingy on the bed is where i rest my legs. Once I'm settled in, they cover my arms and head and the rest of my body with warm blankets. (Ahhhhh.) Then they raise the table and position me just right with lasers pointing at the tattoos and marks they made on my chest and under my arm. When I'm all positioned, they bring down "George," my name for the radiation machine. It's the circular thing facing down at the top of the pic. The therapists bring George down to the exact spot where he's supposed to be, and they ask the same questions every time. "Mrs. E, we're in the radiation room, the equipment is in the right position, and we're going to radiate your right breast. Is that correct?" And sometimes just for fun, I'll say, 'NO! GET ME OFF THIS DAMNED TABLE." It's always good for a laugh.
When the radiation therapists leave the room to administer the radiation, I'm all alone on that table in that big room with walls so thick a cell phone won't work in there. I don't like being alone in that room even if it is only for a minute.
So now you know what a radiation room looks like! Aren't you glad??
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