Yesterday someone said to me ‘One day we’re all going to die’.
I nodded and agreed but in my head I was saying ‘Of course we are… Shut the fuck up you tedious twat’.
Obvs we’re all going to die ‘ONE DAY’, but for every day we’re not dying, we’re LIVING! Duh.
So I’ve reached week 3 of Proton Beam Therapy. I haven’t mentioned it much as felt it needed a full review before I passed comment.
(Like one of those people with the felicitous job of reviewing luxury spas and hotels.)
Anyway, I think now is a good time to post said review.
And it’s 5 stars from me.
The team is gorgeous, funny, warm, gracious, kind… Every positive adjective available to compliment people whom ‘point a laser beam from a 60ft machine, weighing 220 tonnes, creating light beams traveling at 2/3rds the speed of light through a 143ft cable’ at MY BRAIN.
Although we had a hiccup the other day when Bertha (the machine) decided to crash mid-session.
I was screwed to the table in my head-hugging Catwoman mask listening to Blondie singing Atomic when Bertha suddenly shut down.
I waited a minute. Then thought ‘Shit, they’ve all gone to lunch and forgotten me!’
Panic set in and suddenly I was The Man in the Iron Mask, only I was also fastened by the head to a goddamn fucking bench.
The tears streamed and the screams rose but I couldn’t open my mouth… So I raised a panic-stricken arm and waved frantically like a 5 year old chasing down the ice cream van.
Thank fuck they saw me on the monitor and rushed to my rescue.
No one had gone to lunch… Nincompoop!
Bertha needed her butt kicking though, so a hammer holding Oompa Loompa went subterranean and give her a good banging. She perked up after that and we were cooking with protons again.
I also get a weekly tête-à-tête with my brilliant radio oncologist. An adorable man who definitely got an A* in every single physics test he ever took.
I make a list of critical questions beforehand so I don’t forget anything. This week’s list:
1. Can I get a prescription for medical marijuana?
2. How much hair will I lose.. like 100 millions strands or 100 thousand or just a few?
3. Can I get a prescription for medical marijuana?
I know I’m immensely lucky to receive the latest technology in radiation therapy. The insurance company denied it 3 times and on each occasion my docs fought back for me.
Not sure what arguments they used… But if they hadn’t passed their doctor exams they’d have made fabulous defense lawyers.
Finally today I’m sharing a note I received from a dear friend. Someone who wears so many hats for me, dad, brother, stand-in-husband, dance partner, barfly buddy… I adore this man and the love I feel all around is what’s getting me through this fucked up 5 minutes in time.
Most of the time I don’t know what to say, so I continue the bizarre nature of my world.
While my heart is breaking as two of the most wonderful people I have ever met are going through a similar journey.
You fill my thoughts and I spend each night sending the highest energy to you.
The power of the universe can and will win. When you are through this we will start an Ashram somewhere? India? Arizona? Mexico? We have the power together.
The energy around you is amazing and growing. We are all using the blog to help channel it.
Post more, loads of F words… it makes it so very funny.
If love had a value, you my dear girl are richer than Hatshepsut.
All my love ‘Dad’ xxxx