One Down, Thirty-Two to Go!

Well, I did it. I survived my first radiation treatment. I'm told that this first treatment is the "worst" of the lot because (a) you're super anxious; and (b) you're in the required and very awkward and uncomfortable position a lot longer than usual because they are taking a bunch of xrays to make sure they have everything lined up the way it needs to be lined up.

I wasn't expecting this to be difficult at all, but it was a little unpleasant, truth be told. I breezed on into the Dan Rudy Cancer Center with a bit of a bop at 2:00, only to emerge an hour and forty-five minutes with a headache and a good dose of stress. Really, it was no big deal, but it was sort of a weird mental thing being in that contraption for 30 minutes while a bunch of people were looking at x-rays of my insides. I'm tired of being scrutinized.

I'm told that by the fourth treatment, I'll relax and it won't be bad at all. The good news is that the treatment itself lasts all of about three minutes. The bad news is that I have to show up 32 more times and climb up onto that table and into the strange and uncomfortable contraption. Without question, though, this beats the heck out of other cancer treatments, so I'm not complaining.

Here is a photo of Dr. Rosenblatt and me standing in front of the radiation machine, which I think I'll dub "the alien monster," as well as a photo of the monster itself. I thought it might be nice to post some pics....