My journey with prostate cancer continues, for today marks the beginning of daily radiation therapy to kill the remnants of the tumor that were missed during the surgery I had back in late March (earlier posts on the subject can be found here and here).
Each weekday afternoon for the next 7-weeks I’ll show up at the treatment facility, get oriented horizontally with my legs braced in a special foam cast, the radiation technicians will fine-tune the targeting using my three new “dot” tattoos (outside left upper thigh, outside right upper thigh, and lower abdomen), then I’ll wait as the huge linear accelerator weaves its business end all around my pelvic region for 10-15 minutes, then I’ll be finished for the day and return to work.
At least, that’s the plan.
I’ve been told that I should not expect any side effects for the first two weeks or so, but then they will begin to build after the initial grace period. What will the side effects be? I’m told that they can vary widely according to the individual.
I’m fond of a quote from Mel Brooks classic dark comedy, Young Frankenstein, where Marty Feldman’s character Igor says, “Could be worse. Could be raining!” Only in this case I seem to be catching the rain a lot more than not.
Due to the prep requirements for each daily session, I predict I’ll drop a lot of weight by the time I’m finished, as having to cleanse every morning with Milk of Magnesia will do that.
Let’s hope that this puts an end to the tumor; if it doesn’t, then chemotherapy is the next step.
And I really don’t want to do that.