Radiation has quickly moved into a routine. Every day goes something like this:
- I get to the Cancer Center
- Scan my card and sit for a minute (I usually don’t even have time to check my email. I’ve stopped bringing my book, they’re so fast getting me in.)
- Head back to my room
- Lay on the table, with my arm in the horribly uncomfortable braces, and a pad under my knees. I keep waiting for my shoulder to stop hurting or my fingers to stop going numb. Hasn’t happened yet. On a good note, I have nailed the perfect place for my head.
- The techs scootch me over a bit here and there so I line up perfectly
- Four scans – one below, two on top, one farther below. The two from below need a wedge of metal in the X-ray machine to direct the radiation correctly, so the techs have to come in after the first scan and before the last scan
- I’m out of there within 15 minutes
There are a couple of differences, depending on the day. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I get a bolus of fake skin put over my chest for the first two treatments. This allows the radiation to target closer to the surface of my skin. Once a week I get X-rays to make sure everything’s still lining up. Once a week I see Dr. Figura, just to make sure there are no problems (none so far). I will occasionally get a dosimeter put on to make sure I’m getting the correct dosage.
All in all, a quick process on a daily basis. It just takes forever to be done with the whole treatment to be done.