It's the beginning of my second week of radiation treatments for breast cancer, henceforth to be known as "The Daily Rad." Last week was kind of a blur, between a busy work schedule and daily runs to the treatment center.
It really is not so bad, because I have the appointments scheduled close to the end of the day, so when I'm done, I just go home. It shortens the work day a little bit, and sometimes that throws me for a loop, but for the most part, it's pretty manageable.
Six down, 27 to go. It sounds like a lot, but plucking away at it each day seems to make the whole process go pretty fast.
And I have had just about everyone tell me, "Radiation is a breeze compared to chemo." So even though the 12-week Taxol treatments were pretty easy on me, I'm hoping radiation is so easy, I hardly even know it's happening. I feel kind of selfish wishing that, when I know other people have it so much tougher than I have had it. Still, it doesn't stop me from wishing it. It's a busy time of year when the Legislature is in session, and the better I feel, the better I work.
I decided last week that I was going to forget about wearing scarves on my head and just go with the short, very gray hair that I have. I was planning to wait until my hair was long enough to look like the "style" was on purpose, but the scarves that were once comfortable and comforting had become itchy and annoying. I figure it's all this new, fuzzy gray stuff on my head protesting about being covered up.
Since my radiation treatments have their own name, it only seems right that my hair -- which seems to have a mind of its own -- should have a name too.