The day I wanted came, and pretty quickly due to the holidays.
The radiotherapy was quick around 5 minutes and the nurse's name was Helen. Then it was the doctors. She ask if there was any new symptoms. I said same as usual. Wasn't keen on making the most minute observations cos I'll end up doing additional tests. So I just basically said nothing new.
You getting headaches because the radiotherapy causes more swelling and we can give you .... more pills. Yeah but not that bad. Man I just turned down pills ... what's wrong with me!
What I wanted to know was "how many times can I undergo radiotherapy if the cancer regrows?". The answer "this is the last time". "What's the alternative treatment if it (and probably will) regrow?". "Nothing or surgery." "Great choice, again." If the growth is confined to the brain then surgery should be 'simple' but if the nasal has growth then I'm facing more nightmares.
I AM FUCKED!
However I am feeling better. Not as depressed as when I was facing the dreaded news from the doc last time. I managed to hook up with a friend or 2 on facebook. That's good. They put a smile on my face and I feel better.
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