25 radiation treatments over the past 5 weeks. I’ve spent a total of about 4 hours and 16 minutes on the table. 2cm int, 1cm anth with a 10.2 TH at about 86. Or so they said every day. The total exposure to the actual radiation over 75 doses was no more than 27 minutes. Now it is over. The doctor says we can’t do any more.
I’ve been struggling to describe how this feels. Its having worked on repairing a car every day for a month while never being quite sure if all theparts fit just right. It’s all done and it can’t be done again; no changes can be made. It’s both frightening and exhilarating. Now its time to turn the key.
They tell me the radiation and chemo will continue to wreak changes to my bowels for a couple of weeks but, whatever the results, there is nothing to be done now but wait.
I think the oncologist that messed up by sending me to the wrong surgeon last week is trying to make up for the mistake. She never admitted there was a mistake, but she has jumped all over urgent referral to the right kind of surgeon.
I’m waiting for a call from a surgeon at St. Paul’s in Vancouver who, I am told, is one of the best. He’ll tell us if the engine starts or not. If it does, next stop resected bowel tumor! If not, well, let’s not consider that for now.
In the meantime, a couple weeks for the radiation effect to complete, and a couple more to recuperate and I’ll be ready for the surgery. Nothing to do now for the next 4 weeks or so. Anyone want to come play Scrabble for a few weeks?