My Radiation treatment is done and dusted.
Hooray. I have finally completed the 30-session course of radiation. I now no longer have trek to the GVI Oncology unit in Rondebosch every single week day. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I had a five-day booster, where the radiation targets the area where the cancer tumour was.
The effects of the radiotherapy on the breast are clearly visible. The area looks burnt, like a grenadilla as I mentioned to the doctor. I also experience a kind of burning, throbbing sensation sporadically, which is rather uncomfortable and painful. I was told that the radiation is still active for about ten days after the last treatment session. It was like being placed in a microwave oven, as my Kiwi friend, Yolanda, described it. So true, I thought. Radio waves are no child's play...
My last session of radiation treatment was celebrated in style. Early the Wednesday morning Levona delivered a poem and a beautiful key ring to mark the end of the 30- days.
Even the radiologists were in high spirits.
"You did say you are going to do some pole dancing for us on the last day," said Raheema.
Of course, I had made this outlandish claim.
"I see that my pole has not been organized," I said. "We can just do with what we have. This boring bed will just have to do."
Kulthum had already put on a fast paced song, Treasure, by Bruno Mars. The music pumped and I sprang into action.
I whipped off my coat, swayed my head to the right side in a dramatic move, swung my arm forward and did a large shoulder role. Raheema and Kulthum cracked up laughing, probably secretly hoping that they were not going to have to apply first aid treatment to a wannabe dancer!
Then it was time to get on to that narrow bed, lie absolutely still and allow the beams to strike their target. I soaked in the pumping music and sent off a silent prayer of thankfulness.
The effects of the radiotherapy on the breast are clearly visible. The area looks burnt, like a grenadilla as I mentioned to the doctor. I also experience a kind of burning, throbbing sensation sporadically, which is rather uncomfortable and painful. I was told that the radiation is still active for about ten days after the last treatment session. It was like being placed in a microwave oven, as my Kiwi friend, Yolanda, described it. So true, I thought. Radio waves are no child's play...
Celebrating the last session of radiation treatment.
Keyring that my darling sister, Levona, blessed me with. |
My last session of radiation treatment was celebrated in style. Early the Wednesday morning Levona delivered a poem and a beautiful key ring to mark the end of the 30- days.
Even the radiologists were in high spirits.
"You did say you are going to do some pole dancing for us on the last day," said Raheema.
Of course, I had made this outlandish claim.
"I see that my pole has not been organized," I said. "We can just do with what we have. This boring bed will just have to do."
Kulthum had already put on a fast paced song, Treasure, by Bruno Mars. The music pumped and I sprang into action.
I whipped off my coat, swayed my head to the right side in a dramatic move, swung my arm forward and did a large shoulder role. Raheema and Kulthum cracked up laughing, probably secretly hoping that they were not going to have to apply first aid treatment to a wannabe dancer!
Then it was time to get on to that narrow bed, lie absolutely still and allow the beams to strike their target. I soaked in the pumping music and sent off a silent prayer of thankfulness.
Saying thank you to the radiation staff
As a thank you to the wonderful radiotherapy team, we met for lunch at Nino's, a restaurant just down the road from the Rondebosch Private Medical clinic. There was a lovely air of camaraderie as we chatted about all things wonderful.
I feel good - like a woman should... I feel good... I feel blessed... like a person should.. oh yeah.. oh yeah...
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