Yesterday I finished 21 days of radiation!! Can I get a fuck yeah?! I silently wept the whole session and when I got to ring that bell, I openly wept like a big ass baby. I was afraid of radiation. I don’t know why. I’ve had chemo and my boobs amputated but for some reason, this one had me worried. It’s been a lot. Every day, except Sat and Sun, for 21 days in a row. My skin is cooked, I have had to get PT, I hurt and I am bone dead tired. And the effects won’t even peak for 2-3 weeks. Meaning it may get worse before it gets better. But it’s fucking done! And I am grateful. These are some of my favorite life savers…
We shared our lives for 3 weeks. It felt like it went on forever but our love of trashy reality tv, weekend wedding tales and pregnancy updates (certainly not mine!) made me look forward to my session every day. That was so unexpected and such a beautiful gift. I am so lucky to have found such a wonderful group of women who are doing their best to give me a long and healthy future.
During this whole process I have found myself in some pretty huge, intimidating machines I have never seen before. Every day I laid on the table for radiation I thought to myself, how the fuck did I get here? Every single day. I’m still not sure why I was so afraid of this Chapter. It was the shortest of them. I just laid there and held my breath a lot, literally. I have figuratively been holding my breath for months. Waiting for treatment, test results, healing, appointments and ultimately a cancer free result at the end of all this. But today I am just going to celebrate the end of another chapter.
RADIATION IS FUCKING DONE!!
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