Or is this just a mood swing from my menopause? Or am I just tired from radiation? Or is having cancer just depressing and there's no way around it? Yes, I think that's it. I think I just have to walk right on through.
So radiation. Here's the deal. After I change into a hospital gown, I take my arm out of the left side and lie on a table in front of a large machine. The technicians find the three tattoo marks on my chest and line up my torso while my left arm is raised above my head and my head is turned to the right, out of the line of fire. The machine is programmed specifically to my body and my scans and X-rays so it knows exactly where to aim so as to avoid my heart and lungs. When I'm all aligned, the technicians leave the room, reminding me not to move a muscle, and they close behind them a huge vault door so they are not exposed. To the radiation. That is aimed perilously close to my heart. Then the machine is turned on and some sort of large disk moves around me into four or so different positions. A loud sound goes off for roughly two seconds or 24 seconds or 34 seconds and I don't feel a thing. Except fear, but who really gives a shit. Four minutes later the gang comes back in and I'm all done and they will see me tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that. I should probably start bringing them bagels.
When I go to change, I notice in the mirror that my left breast is a little swollen so now I am beautifully aligned. Today was the first day I noticed redness and I'm told that will only be getting worse but they gave me a calendula lotion that I apply every day and then some. I leave The Cancer Center and the concierge who checks me in gives me a great big smile and a wave and says "See you tomorrow, sweetie!" It is heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. I walk home to get in a nice 45 minute cardiovascular and plug into some podcasts. Sometimes I hear gut wrenching stories that remind me that I could have it worse. A lot worse. But in this particular frame of mind, that is not consoling.
I have your emails to return and texts to return and phone calls to return and I might get to those but I might not. I am so so sorry. I'm not a very good friend right now. I don't know what I am right now.