Cancer Schmancer

Today's beam team was all female, so we had a fashion moment while all three admired my luscious new robe, purchased last night with the help of Sara, Bob's niece, who works at La Senza. It covers the same area as the standard hospital issue, but in white cotton/lycra with satin trim it feels yummy.

The trip was a record-setting six+ hours today because the cancer wagon had to go to Sunnybrook first and there was a nasty pileup on the 401. My driver was a photography buff, so we chatted about SLR versus digital and the passing of Cartier-Bresson. He told me the Mississauga Cancer Society has 60 drivers, but it's still not enough for all of the people who need rides (that's why we have to make stops at Sunnybrook). On the way home we picked up a little boy and his mom at Sick Kids. He looked to be about 4, rosy-cheeked and clutching a furry toy. His mom said they had been there all day, so it was no surprise that he fell asleep within minutes of getting in the car.

My beam team told me today that fatigue is proportional to the extent of radiation. The reason I am so exhausted is that I am being treated over a relatively broad area. Very glad to find that out so I know I'm not just being a wuss.