So, I don't know if it's the radiation getting to me, or if I've otherwise just lost my mind, but it struck me this morning that I kind of like going to my radiation treatments every day. Weird, I know, but I have the best oncologist in the world, and the group of folks who set up and carry out my treatments every day are actually kind of fun to hang out with. The nurses, whom I get to see every Wednesday, are totally amazing, too (Mary and Nancy -- you guys rock!). I've also started to get to know some of the other patients, and I really like hearing their stories and trying to support one another.

As of today, I've got 15 treatments under my belt, and only 18 to go. As I understand the protocol, I'll do 10 more "full breast" treatments, and then the last eight treatments will be targeted at the spot in my breast that was harboring the "bad cells." In theory, I shouldn't have any rogue cancer cells in my body, but just in case, this treatment is designed to search and destroy any little cells that might have escaped Dr. Ballinger and her knife.

In any event, by my calculations, I should be done with the treatments the first week of February. I actually had the thought today that I might be sad when those early morning visits to St. Thomas are no longer part of my daily schedule. Crazy, I know.
I'm guessing that by then, I'll be totally done with all of this, and more than ready to move on, but for now, I'm glad that I'm able to enjoy the experience. Gosh, I'm weird.

Have a great day.

Erin