The summer of 2015 has gone down in my history as the summer of radiation. Radiation itself is not so hard to do. The worst part of it is the monotony of everyday appointments and the tiredness.
I was lucky. No chemo first. I cannot imagine what it would be like with a system that has be compromised more than mine was. One of the things that I learned with my everyday appointments was just how lucky I was and still am. I have retained my wholeness. All my parts are essentially intact and I am not fighting to stay alive. That is my death is not imminent. I never felt scared I was losing.
The psychological trauma created by coming face to face with ones own death is as much an issue in dealing with cancer as actually dealing with the Cancer itself. That sentence wore me out!
