Radiotherapy: Day Thirty

So that's that then. My final radiotherapy session has taken place today. If all has gone well I should now be cancer free, and things can start getting back to normal. I met with the oncologist last week and she said the treatment, once again, could not have gone better. Other than my hair falling out I still haven't suffered any side effects. I could get some over the next couple of weeks though. On the drugs front from tomorrow I'll begin the gradual reduction of the steroids and should be off them by the end of the month. I'll still have to take the anti-convulsive, and could be on that for the rest of my life. But it's just one tablet a day with no side effects.

And yes they let me keep the mask.



No, it's not a gimp mask. For those of you who don't know this was used in every one of my radiotherapy sessions. I'd lie down, this would be put on my head and clipped to the bench to make sure the magic beams hit the same spot every day. It looks worse than it is. At least I didn't get a cold through the treatment. You can only breathe through your nose while wearing it. I shall be terrorising my son with it later.

So, what happens now? I'll be getting another scan in about six to eight weeks to see what's going on in my head. That's when I could get the all clear. I'll then get scanned every six months or so, just to make sure nothing else is growing there. I've also got an appointment with the surgeon at the end of July, just to see how I'm getting on following the operation.

As regards to work I should be returning the first full week in July, just for two days a week to start with and gradually building up to full time. I will have to brave public transport once again as I don't get my driving license back until at least September. It's all a step closer to getting back to normality.

I'm going back to Bradford next week, So if any one's in the area and wants to bring me cake in person you can book an appointment via the comments section below, or by the usual methods.

Another metaphorical hurdle jumped clean.

J