Radiation

 

 I haven't written on purpose.

 I am trying to get happy and accept things.  I just keep waiting, but I'm not there yet. It really doesn't matter, because tomorrow I am going to get radiation.

 Yes, again I will say, tomorrow I will get radiation. It is not just that day, but for 7 weeks!

 I am trying to rack my brain around it. When this whole things started, I knew that my tumor was too big to handle solely with surgery, but the doctors told me that I would just get one dose of radiation and call it good. Well, this is not happening. I think the people were being too hopeful with the future. Instead of telling me what they wanted to happen, they should have told me that this was even an option! I am upset with them. They mislead me and made this transition even more tough for me.

 With the way things are, I agree this is the best path.  I will get a lower dose radiation for about 33-35 treatments (weekends are free). This low dose allows for the good tissue to heal and that bad tissue to die.

 As far as side effects, they should be minimal. I might have patchy hair loss, headaches and fatigue. The radiation is centered on a small area, my tumor, and that will minimize side effects.  I feel like  am just getting back to normal with my energy. Knowing that I am going be more tired, well, not exactly fun.

 I have already been fitted for my special helmet, for which my teeth and back of head were molded.

I have had a special CT and I have had 5 MRIs in 4 months.

 

 I guess I am as ready as I can be

 Starting tomorrow, I go in every weekday at 1 pm.  The radiation is about 20 minutes long, then I will go back to work.

 After 7 weeks, I am done.  Done, done! 

Frances says "Malcolm jump"

This weekend I got to see family in Fargo. It was a brief, but pleasant visit.  Poor Henry was too sick to join in on the fun.  Strep throat does that to a boy.  With the family in Fargo, it is nice to know that whatever happens, it always seems the same in Fargo.