I have 6 treatments left. Six. Seis. Šest. Sita. SIX! This is after treatments twice a day, six hours apart (or when they run on time anyways ha ha). I started June 17th. By the time I finish, I will have had 44 treatments. They turned it "up" on me and needless to say, I am red. BUT, that's a good thing. I'm supposed to be red, have skin breakdown, blah blah blah. Its what will kill the cancer.
I have enjoyed my "friendship" I have made with my "radiation therapists at Camp Nukemboobies. Although not sure why they call them that, a therapist is supposed to make you feel good and better about yourself. Radiation therapists just make you burn and smile while doing it. The mornings go pretty quick b/c I am in and out. There are a variety of things that can happen during the day to cause them to get behind for my afternoon appointment. I have a routine. I usually play candy crush until I run out of lives. Then, I watch the Trayvon Martin case although today was deliberation and NOTHING was on the tv. No nothing. Like it wasn't even working. So, next thing you know, you talk to people. Its almost like you are in prison - How long ya here for?
Other patients always seem so amazed by my story. Not really sure why as I am another patient of Winship. Everyone in that room has cancer. No matter how old, young, thin, fat, bald, or hairy, we ALL have cancer. Mine does not make it any worse than the person next to me. I do feel for ones I have met. I met a mom with a 4 year old who has a brain tumor. I consoled her while she cried when I told her the story of Logan. I persuaded her son to be fitted for his "mask" so he could look like Spiderman and get special powers. I talked to a group of breast cancer patients who were complaining about how they felt. I simply asked, what's our alternative? I would much rather be alive and deal with this than be gone and not be here with my family and friends. For that reason, I have tried not to complain much because I don't feel like I have room to. Each and every person on this world has something they go through that whether it be cancer, or their dog is not healthy, it is a big deal to them and we need to be aware of how they may feel.
Today I witnessed 4 of my "friends" go on their radiation vacation as we call it. They rang that bell and I clapped as loud as I could. I was proud to witness their moment of happiness because I can honestly say, I know what it feels like to ring that bell. I rang it for chemo, and I'm going to ring the hell out of it for radiation.
I'm just grateful for every day God gives us. I am so thankful for everything and thankful God has gotten me to where I am today. Yes, I am fighting for my life. Yes, I won't know if my treatment worked until September at some point. BUT, I am still here. I am still here to kiss my husband and boys another day. And that my friends, is all that matters.
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