Cancer Schmancer

Okay, one down and (only!) 29 treatments left to go. It was interesting, if tedious, today at the below-ground radiation therapy centre at PMH. Two studly technicians spent considerable time lining up my raddled body to match green laser beams, before they fired the machine to radiate me first from above. Then the bed was raised and the whole machine swivelled to zap me from underneath.

The tedious part came afterwards, when I had to wait a while to see a doctor, yet another Clinical Fellow acting for my radiation oncologist, then I had to get blood taken. The major bad news for me today was that I have to do the blood thing twice a week -- and as some of you may know I am a complete wuss about that.

My cancer society drivers were cheerful and efficient both ways. The morning run was in a plush van donated by Rotary and driven by a Rotarian who also shares his yacht with Easter Seals kids for the annual charity sail in Port Credit.

I've been resting all afternoon, but still feel wiped out. Eating is already problematic, as I was warned, but yes, Mom, I had some dinner.