Here I am, three fifths of the way through my course of radiotherapy.
They said I would probably feel tired and possibly slightly nauseous. They also said that the pain might get worse before it got better.
They were right.
Hey, at least I'm not hobbling around quite as much. The limp and/or the lump seem to be less of a problem.
I ... just ... feel ... a ... bit ... rough ...
The actual radiotherapy lasts just five or six minutes ... and part of that time is me hoisting myself on to the couch and adjusting my clothing so that the radiographers can line up on the little marks on my skin around the left side of my groin. The treatment is nothing unpleasant ~ it's just like a long x-ray.
The radiographers have been brilliant. They've been friendly and understanding. When I left on Friday afternoon they all wished me a 'good weekend' ... and not just me but all the other patients too.
For that five or six minutes of treatment there's two hours travelling and a short wait.
Why Lust for Life ?
Well as I lay there for my first treatment on Wednesday, and after the radiographers had left the room, I could hear some background music coming from somewhere in the room.
It was Iggy Pop's Lust for Life. I smiled ... perhaps there's someone with a sense of humour looking after me.
There's a link here if you want to listen to the song. Only listen if you like rock music and can stomach a few scenes from Transpotting.
If you don't want to listen to Iggy Pop [or even if you do] then you can have a look at me [with my fat right leg] sitting in the Peak District Countryside after a bacon and sausage [!] bap on my way home after the first treatment ...