January 28th — For some reason, radiation wasn’t as grueling today. I saw my radiation oncologist who was kind and compassionate and understood my anxiety. I still haven’t made friends with the scary machine, but my uncle gave me permission to spit at the machine as it whirls around me. That comment brought a smile to my face so I didn’t cry all the way to the oncology building today. I told some folks I would relate a funny thing that happened yesterday while waiting for my turn under the radiation machine if I got some of my sense of humor back. There were four women (including me) waiting for the machine yesterday. I was trying to figure out the schedule. One woman had a 9:10 appointment, I was at 9:15 and another woman said she had a 9:30 appointment. Then, the fourth woman said, “I have a 9:45 appointment, but I’m anal.” I was a bit taken aback by the comment, but thought I reveal everything about my breast cancer, so maybe I would be just as open about another type of cancer. Then she added, “…so I show up early for everything.” Oh, she meant a different kind of anal.
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Geez! I’m so anal (retentive) that I got what the 9:45 chick was saying without missing a beat!! Have a mental conversation with the big machine, just like you she is just doing her job and perhaps cries before and after you get there. Objects retain and emit energy – give her a “peace” of your mind and she will do the same in return.
Cindy, that comment about the spirit in the machine might be too new-agey even for me! It never occurred to me that the machine might have energy besides its radiation and x-ray capabilities. It’s given me new perspective for today’s treatment. And, we won’t get into aspects of your anal retentive personality…you do know I’ve gotten drunk with you and we both know far too much about each other! Thanks for the positive energy, my dear.
I have to say: I find the use of the word “anal” when you just mean “fastidious” to be extremely irritating.