I was feeling pretty good about the length of my hair, and then…
A cutie 3-year-old in Starbucks walked by me and insisted to her Dad, “Boys don’t have earrings!”
Cancer didn’t hurt a bit, but treatment has given me all sorts of maladies.
My left shoulder, where the radiation beam exits, looks like it’s never seen sunscreen. My chest is covered with brown spots, too, and the skin under my left breast looks charred. I have a knot in my throat from the treatment to the lymph nodes above my clavicle, near my lower neck.
My plastic surgeon, dermatologist and physical therapist will have their work cut out for them after all of this!
Last week, we agreed with Dr. Torres to continue radiation through the full 6 weeks. Tomorrow, I make up for Christmas Day by getting treated twice – at 9am and again at 3pm. Next week, I get New Year’s Day off, but will have 2 treatments on New Year’s Eve.
But, Friday, January 4? Done!
In the meantime, I practically have bangs!
Friday, December 21
Not the end of the world, thankfully! Instead, our kids hang out at Joey’s office while I go to Emory for radiation treatment #20. I play Santa and give big tips to the valet parkers who help me get in and out of there quickly every day. Thank you, Joey, for making it easy for us to do that! It felt great.
Saturday, December 22
7:15 am treatment, so I don’t have to go in on Christmas Eve. Emory is dark and quiet. Thank you to my 3 techs, Debbie, Erica and Melissa (whom I’m growing quite attached to!) for working on a Saturday.
Then, a jumpy trampoline party for Sam’s birthday at 10:30am. I really missed planning a party at home, but just wasn’t up to it this year! But Sam has great taste in friends, so we loved hanging out with the kids and their parents. Hoping the 4 children who canceled last-minute due to sickness are feeling better.
Sunday, December 23
Our friends were incredibly generous, giving us toys to take to Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta in lieu of birthday gifts. Does Sam look sad they’re not for him?! Both kids had a great time sorting them for delivery.
Just 4 hours later, Sam feels really hot. I take him to the doc-in-the-box where we wait for 3 hours (and amuse ourselves with the iphone). Finally, the nurse confirms that Sam has a 103 fever and tests him for the flu by sticking a Q-tip up his nose. When the test comes back positive, Sam says, “My boogers have the flu?!”
I score Tamiflu for myself and a Z-pack for a nasty cough I’ve had for weeks.
Hoping we’ll feel better (and look prettier!) soon, and that we didn’t get Sam’s friends sick in return for celebrating with us!