April 12, 2017
Dear Friends & Family,
I gave a talk recently to the Unitarians called Accepting Illness. Here is a link to an audio recording of the actual talk – 12.5 minutes with an introduction from Allison Kabayama: http://tinyurl.com/m2uhsgs
Of course, I’d love to hear your reaction to it.
I have 2 more weeks of radiation treatment to go, with 4 weeks already completed. Surgery, chemo and radiation – first they chopped me up, then they marinated me, and now they are cooking me. Radiation is an odd treatment. I have to go every weekday – that’s the tedious part as it is often in the middle of the day and schlepping down to the hospital and back is tiresome. I just getting going on something at the studio and then it is time to leave. The treatment itself is painless, kind of like having an x-ray. You hear a machine hold a sustained buzz, then the machine moves to a different position and buzzes again. The whole thing only takes about 20 minutes and the appointments mostly run on time. The odd part is the set-up. There is a team of 3 or 4 people who give the treatment – radiation therapists, they are called. They are almost all young. I find that very odd. It is not a physically arduous task, except for keeping pace. Radiation has been around for quite awhile, so why aren’t there older therapists? I’ve changed into a hospital gown; I go in and place myself on the table. Within minutes there are very pleasant people pushing my breast around and adjusting my body. “Don’t help me,” they always say as they nudge my torso. Various number scales are projected across my chest and armpit as they align me with the radiation beams. I hold very still and they all leave the room so they don’t get exposed to the rays. There is a peculiar chiming sequence that indicates they are out of the room, kind of like the subway door tone. Then the giant machine revolves above me first one way and then the other. The team comes back in and readjusts me for part two. Like any routine, the whole repetitive process becomes normalized very quickly.
So far I haven’t had any of the side effects common to radiation; however they may still be waiting for me around this last corner. Fatigue, skin blistering and skin toughening are the most common. Fingers crossed that I don’t go there.
At the end of April (April 27), I’m finished almost all of my breast cancer treatment. I do get an intravenous drug called Herceptin every 3 weeks until the end of November. Then I’m truly done.