So yesterday started out pretty well.
I finished up the chemo at around noon (starving!) and had a few hours to kill before radiation.
I got to the radiation clinic and they whisked me in right on time. The tech explained that they would just be taking films during that session to make sure they got the programing right.
“no treatment today?”
“nope, just films.. we’ll start tomorrow.”
I was finished in just moments. All was lined up and good.. ready to go. I walked back home through central park. When I arrived home 45 minutes later, I found a message on my phone from the clinic.
“um.. yeah. You need to come back in. They were supposed to give you treatment as well..”
“yeah. I sort of thought so..”
I’ll admit, my heart broke a little. It was just 4:00 and I was going to head out to the shop and try and finish up that fork. FOILED!
I was back home (glowing a little from the radiation) at around 6:00. Tired. Long day. Today will be MUCH shorter.
I was really looking forward to being unaffected by the chemo. You know, tough guy! Fat chance. I’ve woken up this morning feeling pretty lousy. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.
My radiation today will immediately follow chemo, and I should be home by around 1:30 with a brand new acetylene bottle waiting for me. If I’ve got the energy, I’ll try to get a coat of primer on that frame. NICE!
(I’ve been having coffee and toast while writing this post.. and am already feeling MUCH better than when I woke up. Ready for round two).