#493
Reason #493 I hate cancer: The first reasonably attractive man I have met in months was the one responsible for marking me with a Sharpie, taping wire to my breast and giving me my radiation tattoos. Kind of kills the romance.
Anyone who has heard me say I was going to get a tattoo once this is all over with can forget it. The two dots I got today are enough for me. I'm afraid I would cry like a baby if I had to endure any lengthier tattoo session.
I've survived my CT scan and radiation planning session. It went a little something like this; I changed into a three-armed gown, which is just a fancy hospital gown that opens to the front and you put one arm through twice instead of tying it. I had a quick CT scan to make sure I was on the table properly, a doctor came in and drew a couple of lines on me, the lines were measured with a laser, wire was taped to the lines, more lines were drawn and I had another CT scan. Then I got two little tattoos, one under my arm and one in the middle of my chest. They will use the tattoos to make sure I'm lined up in exactly the same way every day I go for treatment. Now my doctor will look at my CT scan and plan the angles for radiation treatment so that the former tumor site is irradiated while missing things like heart and lungs.
Next Thursday morning I'll go back for a dress rehearsal and have some more X-rays and learn about the things I can and can't do during radiation (apparently some deodorants and lotions are a no-no, etc.) I'll probably start treatment the following Monday, but I will find that out at my appointment next week. I'll meet with the doctor once a week during treatment so she can check out my skin for any burns, etc.
Anyone who has heard me say I was going to get a tattoo once this is all over with can forget it. The two dots I got today are enough for me. I'm afraid I would cry like a baby if I had to endure any lengthier tattoo session.
I've survived my CT scan and radiation planning session. It went a little something like this; I changed into a three-armed gown, which is just a fancy hospital gown that opens to the front and you put one arm through twice instead of tying it. I had a quick CT scan to make sure I was on the table properly, a doctor came in and drew a couple of lines on me, the lines were measured with a laser, wire was taped to the lines, more lines were drawn and I had another CT scan. Then I got two little tattoos, one under my arm and one in the middle of my chest. They will use the tattoos to make sure I'm lined up in exactly the same way every day I go for treatment. Now my doctor will look at my CT scan and plan the angles for radiation treatment so that the former tumor site is irradiated while missing things like heart and lungs.
Next Thursday morning I'll go back for a dress rehearsal and have some more X-rays and learn about the things I can and can't do during radiation (apparently some deodorants and lotions are a no-no, etc.) I'll probably start treatment the following Monday, but I will find that out at my appointment next week. I'll meet with the doctor once a week during treatment so she can check out my skin for any burns, etc.
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