My Nurse Navigator called. Apparently they don’t feel I need further genetic testing at this point and I get the feeling I am not a candidate for mammosite because maybe my mass is stage II but maybe it is on the large size. So I am just regular radiation. All conjecture at this point on my part, but I think maybe that is it. Yes I know the side effects of radiation on breast cancer patients I have read probably too much about it….but the thing I read about that bugs me the most is the sunburn-like skin reactions. I burn easily. (Yuck)
So I found a site that lays out the radiation and yes I read most of it already – sorry folks my busy brain wants to know why – anyway check out breastcancer.org – one thing I learned is what vitamin supplements I can’t take during treatment – if they occur naturally in foods I am apparently o.k., but I am to stop taking vitamins C, A, D, and E, during radiation therapy .
Good lord, so much to learn and think about.
My surgery is scheduled. You won’t be learning about that exact date here. I do need some privacy and I am going to be a bitch about it. I also want to preserve my quiet time. Sorry. The simple thing of it all is I need to take care of myself now. Which means a lot of you might see less of me.
I will need help getting back and forth to radiation I think. I don’t want to be a distracted driver cancer patient. The doctor handling my radiation therapy is amazing – I haven’t met her yet, but I am damn lucky to get her.
So did I tell everyone a bird shit on my head this past weekend during birthday fest weekend? Apparently that is like crazy good luck. I will take it.
Hmmm. So anyway, today is also election day around here and Arnold Schwarzenegger fathered a child with a woman on his household staff. So very Upstairs Downstairs of him. Somehow all of this is truly not important, you know?
I have not decided how often I will scribble on this blog, so if I go silent for a couple of days don’t take it as something is wrong, I just might not have anything to say.
And incidentally since some of you have asked – the photos on this blog are mine. Photography like writing is a catharsis and gives me pleasure. Ironically, an event where I was a seconding photographer for a friend of mine who is one of the most amazing professional photographers was the Butterfly Ball which is an event put on by those fine folks at Living Beyond Breast Cancer. It was an amazing event to be a part of even if it was a working night for me. Flash forward a couple of years and I am now one of them. Who knew?