No, I will not be ordering seared breast of anything soon.  I am done another round and another week dealing with breast cancer bullshit has come to a close.   However, getting to rads today was like playing bumper cars in real-time.

On the way there, we are at this crazy intersection waiting to turn left that is a few blocks from the hospital.  As poor Linda who was like Mario Andretti today started to turn (she had the right of way and her turn signal on, etc), this obnoxious teenage girl in an SUV decides to cut over from another lane opposing us and almost T-boned us on the passenger side (hello I did not want to wear another car!).  She gave Linda the finger so I returned the favor. Childish, yes, but don’t mess with a woman on the way to radiation.

We get to the hospital and they are under construction.  A HUGE dump truck driven by a construction worker cuts a bunch of us off as he speeds by on his cell phone.  The upside of this is if he had caused an accident, we almost could walk to the Emergency Room.

Then we get to the gated entrance that we stop at to get the ticket on our way down to the parking level reserved for breast cancer patients undergoing treatment.   Standing in FRONT of the gate as IN FRONT of us blocking the way were these two women deep in conversation.  They looked up at us and I had this visual of two cows looking up from grazing with grass hanging out of their mouths.  So I admit, I let the inner voice and giggle have its own way and I said “MOOooove over please”.  They did not get it, but Linda and I had fun.

So we thought we were done with it all, until we would our way around another level in the garage and all of a sudden this woman in a white VW beetle of the nouveau variety throws it into reverse and STOPS in the middle of the aisle.  No, we could not get by, and yes she was on her cell phone.

Radiation itself was a non-adventure today, but Linda was stuck in the waiting room of rudely staring people while I went to get zapped.  The waiting room was unusually crowded, but the crowd instead of being friendly was full of a lot of people who seemed to stare.    What they were staring at I have no idea.  They glared at me when I came out and asked Linda if I was glowing like a night-light yet.  Yes I get not everyone has a sense of humor, but really?  No one can have humor or be positive when we’re all a long time dead?

Ok, that is enough from me and adventures in breast cancer radiation for the week.  I am tired.  T-I-R-E-D.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
– George Eliot