Last treatment - a week later

Sorry for the delayed post - it was almost giddy not having to show up every workday (kinda like work!) and the freedom got to my head. Or, is it the sunny weather we've been having?

The last treatments were called boosts, not blasts, but they did blast my a**. Tuesday I noticed some redness on my behind, like a mild sunburn. So Wednesday, everyone got a good look at my butt (in case you are wondering, you can just check your dignity out when going through this kind of treatment). I was prescribed, given and bought all sorts of stuff: stuff to wash my butt, stuff to wipe my butt, stuff to soak my butt, stuff to soothe my butt, stuff to slather my butt...

On the way back to work I composed a poem:

The boost burnt my butt,

And I'm waiting for the SLUT.

Of course, that's not the official name, but try to tell that to any Seattlite.

Memorial Day I baked some good-bye goodies for the staff, black and white brownies and walnut/coconut squares. Yummy indeed!

And the staff had a treat for me. This was on the pillow on the radiation table.

How sweet is that?

 

Things are healing, I'm still dealing with some GI issues but overall, I've leapt the first hurdle. I have some time before surgery on 8/6, but I have more to say.

Thanks for reading!