Kick that Uterus into Touch

Today was the first session of my personally designed “haute couture” radiotherapy programme.  I walked Mini with my regular companions at 9 am and set off for Chelsea just before 10am.   I arrived in good time and made my way downstairs to the radiotherapy reception. This was where I came just over three years ago for the four sessions of brachytherapy that I had following my hysterectomy. My schedule told me that I was to be treated in the Reuben suite, and the receptionist (who incidentally was just starting her job when I came before) showed me kindly to one of two waiting areas. I remembered that I should possibly be drinking lots of water, so started on the water cooler whilst I waited to be called in.  When you start something new, there’s always that level of anxiety surrounding the unknown. I wasn’t scared - just slightly perturbed that I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen.... I felt similar when I started the immunotherapy 18 months ago....... it became se...

 Here I am  - on Easter Monday 2022 - reflecting upon the start of 7 weeks of radiotherapy, beginning tomorrow. Well - “reflecting” probably isn’t the right word, as it hasn’t started yet, and you cant really reflect upon something that’s looming over you in the future. I should perhaps have just said “musing”.  So muse I shall.  The treatment has been personally ‘designed for me’ by my consultant Dr Alex Taylor. I like thinking that it’s a personal design - makes me feel that she’s made me a haute couture dress for a special occasion! Anyway, apparently she’s spent the last couple of weeks tweaking and refining a plan for me so that when I pitch up at RMH tomorrow, the radiographers will be prepared and ready to administer this little number according to her x-ray couturing expertise. The treatment in itself is going to take about fifteen minutes apparently. I’ve had my planning session, and have been tattooed accordingly. (Don’t get excited, four dots is all). They...