Today (Thursday) marks my last radiation treatment, w00t! Of course, I am writing this all before I hit the hay stack. I hope that preempting the event with this post will not jinx me in any way. Well, my skin is all crispy and I feel like I've swallowed molten lead and fiberglass, but one more isn't going to kill me, right? Right.
I'm going to miss my therapists Derek, Amy, Derrin, and most of all, Debbie--the one who painted my restraining mask like Spidey, and the one who puts AC/DC on the player for me. I'll miss Dr. G as well, but I will be seeing him later on this year. He isn't my main oncologist, but he has been great to me. He has to keep tabs on possible side effects from the radiation, such as secondary tumors. That is the great irony of these things, that they treat the disease but can cause or leave you susceptible to cancer/tumors down the road.
I'm not sure what they have planned for my radiation graduation, but I am sure that it will be cool. I will let you all know how it went down.
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