Radiotherapy All Finished

Wow, these last 3 weeks have absolutely flown by and today I had the last of my 15 blasts of radiotherapy.

I didn’t blog last week as apart from "went to hospital and had R/T" there really wasn’t much to say.  My hair is continuing to grow (or sprout - Mrs Potato Head ) and my fingernails are a bit weird, some look like they're stained with nicotine and others, especially my thumbs, have deep ridges on them (not very attractive digits at the best of times).

My taste is more or less back to normal, but my mouth is still quite sore at times - like I’ve been chewing on a particularly crispy baguette 🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖

Having to go to Maidstone Hospital has meant spending a lot of time in the car and it’s been a minimum 2 hour round trip each time - considerably longer some nights when the traffic has been bad.  Ian, bless him, has driven me every time bar one and that was only because he took my Mum to the doctor.

On Tuesday, as well as the usual zapping, we also had a review meeting with a Macmillan Radiographer who was a lovely lady.  She wanted to hear all about the side effects I'd experienced and any concerns I had, so it was a very, very short meeting - no side effects and no concerns - qué será será 🤗🤗 🤗

I am of course aware that the side effects can continue to manifest in the weeks after treatment (skin reaction akin to sunburn) and, in the case of fatigue, for months afterwards and obviously I PFTWHFTB.  She was clearly delighted with my positive approach to the whole experience and I came away feeling quite proud (if that's not a dirty word) as to how well I have coped, particularly as I'm not usually a "glass half full" person.

As I mentioned before, Maidstone Oncology Centre is vast (sneaky photo on our way out as no one there)

and the patient call system is automated so you sit around in a large waiting area until your name is called in a very oriental sounding voice - we became adept at listening out for "Jenfer Klook to LA6".  There are 6 machines (linear accelerators) delivering the radio beams, each in their own large suite and in blocks of three.  For the first week I was always in LA6, which was right at the end of the corridor and had its own little sub-waiting area to sit once you'd changed into the gown (you're called about 10-15 mins in advance; it only takes me a minute or so to change but I guess some older folk need considerably more time).  The next couple of weeks I alternated more or less daily between LA6 and LA3 and the waiting area for LA3 is very open and cold (floor to ceiling windows) also they seem to do more men in LAs1-3 so often you will hear someone being asked in a very loud voice "Is your bladder full yet Mr X" or "Can you hold on a bit longer Mr Y" - which I feel is really embarrassing for all parties.

There is a bell to ring here too (although we’ve not heard it rung in the previous 14 visits we’ve made) and the receptionist asked if I was going to ring it.  But no, somehow it seems wrong to: a) done it once after chemo and b) it’s so large and impersonal.  That said as I was waiting for my last zapping, someone rang it!!!

For me, the end of radiotherapy is another huge milestone in the treatment and the end of "invasive" treatment.  I'm just left with the injection every 3 weeks until mid-December (had No.5 at Medway this morning)  and 5 years of hormone tablets which, unless I start to suffer the horrendous joint pains reported by some, will be a breeze.

My blogs will be a bit less frequent from now on (I can't make it up if there's nothing to write about) but if there is anything of interest to report I will surely post so please do check in from time to time.

Meanwhile it's time for a few “thank yous” (looks odd I know, but I can't bear an inappropriately placed apostrophe 😛)

• to all the staff at both Medway and Maidstone cancer units for your incredible kindness

• to all of you who have helped keep my spirits up over some testing times (some very special people especially who I won't embarrass by naming but I know you'll know who you are)

• last, and by no means least, to my Darling Husband

 You let me stay silent back at the beginning when I just couldn't speak

You let me talk, sometimes endlessly, often both day and night

You held me when I was frightened and let me cry and cry and cry

You let me sleep in late when I needed to but always made sure I was up if I had to be

You took on Mum when I couldn't face her

You took on the household chores without a single moan or grumble

You cooked me delicious meals never really knowing if I'd eat them after your efforts

You drove me around and took me for walks both long and short

You came to every single appointment

You've been my shadow, quietly there, checking that I'm OK and coping

You didn't agree with my PFTWHFTB approach but you understood it was my way 

I remember how I scoffed when you said right back at the start that you'd be with me every step of the way - how could that help, it was ME who would be going through it.

But I simply couldn't have got through it without you - and words cannot express my love and thanks for all you have done and, I know, will continue to do.

💜💛💚💙💜💛💚💙💜💛💚💙

And as I sit here typing this and enjoying a glass of delicious champagne 🍾🍾🍾 (thank you Sis) I feel it's also now time for our lives to start moving forward, little by little, step by step.

I love you all 💕💕💕