From what I understand, tomorrow is my first day of radiation. I went in on Thursday to get what they called a planning scan. They positioned my arms, head and cancer boob to the spot they needed and afterwards, marked me in various locations on my torso with a black permanent marker. The nurses told me that I had to make sure these marks stay on my body for the remainder of my treatment and if they start to fade, retrace them with a Sharpie.
My torso looks like Memento: the cancer edition.
I have two full weeks of medical leave before I have to go back to work. The thyroidectomy has pretty much delayed everything and because of that, I have to go back to work before I'm done with my treatment. The doctors thought it'd be best for me to recover from, I guess, major surgery without having to work prior to my radiation treatment.
I'm trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I'll be back to work in three weeks. I am looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. I have to keep in mind that if I can work three or four months during chemotherapy, I can survive seven weeks of radiation. I won't be sick or have brain fog or the joint pain from the Neulasta shot. I'll be tired, worn down and probably super uncomfortable in the radiated area. I won't be sick, though. I have to keep that in mind and just make it through this last phase of treatment.
This is the beginning of the end. I couldn't be happier, It's been a long eight months and I just have one or so more to go. Heh. I was diagnosed at the end of September and should be done with active treatment by the end of June. NINE MONTHS. ZOMG, I'M GIVING BIRTH TO A CANCER FREE VERSION OF MYSELF.
The imagery... I slay me sometimes.