The big news is that I made it through my second knifing. I’m starting to refer to the procedure as the Monster Mash after the old Halloween song. I was a little better prepared for the experience than I was for the maiden voyage. Got some more appropriate tunes on Spotify with Van Morrison that helped.
I have the weekend off and then have treatment sessions next week on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. This means that I will be gone for the morning walks on Monday and Thursday. But still open Tuesday and Sunday afternoons.
Underneath all this I am not making fun of our incrediable medical technology. Nor am I ungrateful for it in my own case. The point that I make is that the experience is darn weird. There must be some sort of medical specialist that handles making things somewhat warm and fuzzy for the patient. Although I find as I go along that the patient is sort of expected to put up with it all.
My Cyberknife doctor described the basic action of the radiation beams as follows. It is akin to starting a dry leaf aflame by concentrating the sun’s light with a magnifying glass. We all can relate to that idea, Mr Wizard showed us. So a number of relatively harmless beams converge at a very tiny spot in the target with each shot and the tumor is entirely dealt with over the five sessions, one little bit at a time.
I am trying to keep this is mind when the dinosaur is inches from my face and I am studying the business end at extremely close range. It does appear to take many shots through my face to hit the target way back behind my ear. My Rebecca said, “Creepy!” Yes, what am I telling you.
And beside that my headache still persists, no relief yet. My cough has been back burnered. So, that life right now. Sorry to subject you to all this but feel like I must report the news.
Off to more cleanup here at the house. Over night guest coming. Have walkers coming tomorrow for the afternoon walk and hope the weather brightens up a little. Pretty Northwesty out there right now.
Monster Mash loves, Felipé.