Kick that Uterus into Touch

 When I say “we”, I am of course talking about ME. 23 treatments down, and only (yes….. ONLY) 10 to go. (That’s unless they hit me with a couple more that haven’t as yet been put up on the system……..) A couple of days ago, I asked the doctor if the last two weeks of the “zapping” speciality radiation had been sorted - and she was surprised that I hadn’t been given the appointments. I trotted off to the desk where the lovely receptionist (Debra) greeted me……. ( I always remember her because she was starting at the Marsden on the day I first turned up for my brachytherapy appointment in early 2019 - she was terribly nervous (as was I) , and we had a lot of “…..please bear with me, it’s my first day”….. You wouldn’t recognise that anxious little lady now when you see her confidently marshalling patients (and doctors and radiographers) all over the department, reassuring smiles abounding……) I shall interject here…. I was determined when I started this gig that I was going to confidentl...

 “This Too Shall Pass” - this has become my mantra over the last couple of weeks. Perhaps a T-shirt bearing this meme emblazoned on the front? Yup. For the first time since my diagnosis of cancer in 2018, I haven’t felt well on some days.  I’m 13 down, and after today’s treatment I’ll be half way through the five week generalised pelvic radiation which has been designed for me. Then I’ll only have ten of the specific blasting sessions left. (Please recognise that this description is my own personal use of words….. not the official terminology at all!)  The dreaded diarrhoea kicked in the first weekend after I’d had four treatments. It came out of the blue, and was mean….really mean.  ******************** 💩 If you’re squeamish about discussing poo, stop right here 💩  ******************** So, that first weekend - as I said, it came out of the blue. About three hours after eating an orange, of all things.  I had been feeling quite parched, and there was this...