The Good, the bad and the rest

Hello my lovelies 💋

Buckle up, because the last couple of weeks have been a helluva ride. Between bouncing from Kingston to Toronto and getting tag-teamed by Brachy and radiation, my body and brain are taking a shit kicking.

Now for the update. I spent a couple days at Sunnybrook and—believe it or not—I made hard, fast friends. Shocking. 😉 And because the universe loves a plot twist, I may have even snagged myself a painting commission. Stay tuned, because apparently I’m a whole businesswoman now.

Okay… Sunnybrook. Three Brachy treatments on the roster. Two were blissfully lights-out (my absolute preference), and one was wide-awake, front-row, no-filter chaos. Naturally, I can only dish on the awake one, because during the other two I was off in dreamland 😅 I wrote about this in my last post, but now I finally get to spill the full story of what really went down when I was conscious for the show.

To say this treatment is mind blowing, is, well... mind blowing. 

They inserted the "accoutrement" the day before treatment, which meant that I had to lay flat. All night and until it was time for treatment, which was at the end of the day. 

A physicist overlooked everything before they pushed the button. The attention to detail - and so it should be, was top notch. 

Jokes were made because I don't know how to be any other way (hence the fast friends). 

Here's the best part

Before heading in for the procedure, I had a quick chat with the oncologist who told me that I've responded well to treatment and that he can no longer see the tumor 😭Does that mean cancer free?  I'm not sure yet, but I have an appointment on Monday, I'll be sure to ask. Can NO LONGER SEE IT... That's music to my ears ❤️🍷

It took more than 30 rounds of radiation to finally break down my skin. I guess I really am what they call “thick skinned” 😅 But jokes aside, seeing it hit me hard. I noticed it in the shower, and of course the worst spots are right in the groin creases—so you can imagine how uncomfortable that is.  There’s nothing to do but let it run its course. Think peeling sunburn… but cooked to Satan’s personal preference.

I have three more precautionary radiation treatments left on my left node area. The night we got home, I had a mini breakdown.

I didn’t want to go back for the last three—I just want it to be over. Now. But, of course, that’s not how it works.

I had a job to do, so I put my head down and ploughed through. Now that it’s done, my mental space doesn’t know what to do or think. It’s been messy, all over the place—not gonna lie.

My captain was, as always, patient. He let me feel it, then reminded his “warrior princess” that she had to keep going. Keep going… and that’s exactly what she’ll do.

I've been wanting to get into my studio, so I think this will be a weekend of gentle Christmas watercolour paintings. At least that's how I feel now... 

Next up in "What Fresh Hell is this?" Results of my oncologist appointment 🤞