Another CT Scan

I had the pleasure of having another CT scan today. This one was required in order for my radiation team to plan my "boost" treatments, which will begin next Friday. I guess they need to remeasure everything (I'm told things move around and shrink during radiation treatments) and find the area they need to target for the last eight boost treatments. It's really hard for me to believe that I've only got 12 treatments left altogether.

I've learned a lot about all of the different types of scans/x-rays over the past few months. The CT scan machine that I've been in twice is just this narrow tube that you slide in and out of during the scan. If you close your eyes and pretend you're in Disney World, you can almost make yourself believe that you're on a fun space ride or some sort thing. At least, that's what I tried to do today. It wasn't bad.

I'm getting very used to having folks look at my boobs, too. Take today, for instance. Two of the techs set me up for my treatments, and of course, had the pleasure of not only seeing my boobs, but drawing on them and putting tape on them. Then, three more lucky individuals (including the doctor) handled my CT scan set up, and got to make more markings on me. At this point, I'm liable to whip my breast out in the middle of Kroger or something, given the comfort level I now have with being "exposed." No pride anymore. That's long gone, for better or for worse.

Well, on that terrific note, I think that I'll sign off for the weekend. And don't worry; I'm not going to expose myself. I was just kidding.

Erin