Funny how we remember the dates of significant events in our personal lives. We find a landmark or event and tie it to what is happening for us and later on, we remember that mental flag we planted, before we remember the special date. On Tuesday, July 15th, the Ides of July, I will have my first radiation/chemo treatment. Every month has an Ides and of course we remember how Brutus celebrated the Ides of March. April has its' own special Ides. And now I have one of my own.
Karen and I met with Dr. Bollinger this morning. He reminded me of my brother, Terry; tall, redhaired, Georgia drawl though Dr. Bollinger's is eroded by years of exposure to Minnesota and North Dakota. O, and he is nice, like Terry. We got the rundown on the treatment, what to expect and got to ask all the questions we had. Our list of questions is shrinking. This due to the literature we have received; some of which has been difficult to read because of the subject matter. And all the questions we have asked other physicians and friends and survivors, have shortened our own list a great deal. That is great in my opinion. Enough talking. Let's get this dog and pony show on the road!
We toured the actual radiation treatment area: lasers, but no laser light show. I was put in the simulator and they did some CT scans to make sure they will have me lined up correctly for treatment. This involves 3 tiny tatoos; one on each hip and one at the top of my butt crack. At least I think that is where it is. And that was all.
Monday, the port is installed. Wednesday the 15th- 9:15 radiation, followed by chemo at 10:00. Karen is kind of nervous with all this. I can hardly wait to get the damn ball rolling though I confess a huge backlog of stifled emotions waiting for a chance to let go. Right now it is time to go out and build a campfire. The evening is summer-cool; reminescent of early autumn and our friends Elaine and Lisa have come out to sit in the smoke, talk smart and laugh.
Thanks, everyone for your support. We appreciate it all so much and love you all.
Peace,
Mike
3 comments:
We have our own Ides of July, 22 years ago our 18 year old Karen and her and her room mate were killed by a drunk driver. Of course the drunk driver did not get hurt.
Sounds like everything is going into high gear up there. I pass the info along and get the group ready to support the efforts. Keep positive and we'll do the same and keep the prayers flowing.
Love you guys, have a great weekend.
Terry & Judy
Daddy I am nervous as well and I will be thinking about you a lot on Monday, as I do everyday. I hope all is well and I cant wait to see you in two weeks! I love you tons, Beanhead xoxo
Hey guys, just checking in to say hello and check on you two. I'll be thinking of you next week as things start rolling. Glad I found your blog.
Sherry
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