I've just had my fifth treatment, and still no side-effects. Nor no superpowers, not even a psychic vision of the future. As predicted the bus journey is more of a pain, but I'm getting used to it. An Ipod and a book pass the time. You tend to see the same people, making the same journeys everyday. They all seem to know each other. I can already predict who gets on and off at which stops. I'm sure they're all thinking the same about me, only I'm the one with big scar on my head.
I forget it's there sometimes. It's never really been an issue considering what I've had done, but now I'm out of immediate danger it is starting to bug me a little. My hair's growing at an accelerated rate due to the steroids. I'm not sure if it's going to cover up the damage though. I've still not had an hair loss from the radiotherapy either. As I've said before it's a small price to pay, and it's not like I ever had great hair anyway.
Sorry it's not been too exciting, but that's how things are at the moment. Routine and repetition. Keeping appointments like clockwork. I'm sure it's the same for all of you. Only I have my next month planned out for me on a sheet of paper stuck to the fridge.
Oh well, only 25 more to go.
J
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