I am into my second week of treatment and can report that I am well and suffering no ill effects.
Each day a different friend has driven me the fifteen miles or so to Brighton. Each day (apart from one, a Friday) I have arrived 15 minutes early for my appointment. While the friend in question goes off to park the car (not easy as the car park is tiny and street parking nil) I have time to make myself comfortable, settle and calm myself before going in.
Each time I have been called to have my treatment right on time, or even early.
I seem to have the breathing down to a T now and the radiation bursts only take about five minutes, with a couple of minutes spent getting me in position. Once back home I slap some moisturiser on to the radiated area. So far no burning has occurred.
One of the radiologists phoned yesterday afternoon to check that I was ok and to see how I was getting on.
One of the nurses in the cancer section has written a novel. It’s advertised on the waiting room noticeboard. I haven’t read it yet but it’s already on my Kindle. It’s called Payton Edgar’s Agony by M.J.T. Seal. Proceeds go to the Cancer Unit Fund.
Also in the waiting room is an illuminated picture of Monet’s Waterlily pond in the garden at Giverny. At least I am assuming it is. I have visited Monet’s garden and the picture looks familiar. Apparently it cost £3000 – raised by the Friends of the Sussex Cancer Centre. My informant told me it was supposed to be the most soothing and restful image they could find for patients. It’s certainly very pleasant to look at and beats bare walls and noticeboards any time.
All in all the radiotherapy unit at Brighton is an extremely commendable service.
Hair growing back
I am happy to report that I now have a head of hair. It is still very short and I don’t show it in public yet. But it’s coming along and I look forward to showing off my new style soon.
The eyelashes and eyebrows have returned too.
I have decided to stop checking forums. I was looking up the drug I am on (on which so far I am experiencing no side-effects whatsoever) and saw only posts from the unfortunate few who do. Another time I was looking up hair regrowth and only found people whose hair had never grown back. In my experience forums are best avoided once you have scanned through them for general advice,
The end of this blog
This blog is reaching the end of its natural life and there won’t be many more posts now.
I’ll let you know when the treatment has finished and when I have my first annual check, but my need to write down my experience of breast cancer is receding.
I hope that it has helped, or will help, people embarking on this journey. All in all, mine hasn’t been too bad. It’s occupied my thoughts, tainted great chunks of my year and taken a toll on the family. But it’s been tempered by joy in that family. I feel so much closer to my loved ones as a result of this illness – if that’s what to call it, because I haven’t really felt ill at all – apart from a little during the chemotherapy and after the operation.
My love to everyone who reads this.