And the 3rd event of the triathlon? The Marathon!

If chemo was the Boxing Match in this triathlon from hell, then I think Radiation is the marathon.

It feels non stop (even though it is for such a short session) because it is daily.  I have to keep ploughing on even though I am exhausted, and my legs are totally uncooperative!  Each session is like a mile marker, though there are 25 markers for me rather than 26.  However, if I include the long planning and simulation session at the start, we are indeed at a nice 26 sessions!

I realise that I approached this Radiation Marathon with the attitude that it would be a walk in the park after chemo.  In many ways it is, but because the chemo is so tough then it did give me a false sense that all other treatments would be “easy” in comparison.  I think the fact that I started radiation very quickly after chemo has also been a factor.  It is indeed great that I will be finished with the heavy duty treatments sooner (all being well, crossing numb fingers, peeling toes and even Twang Arm with non Twang Arm if that will help).  However, it has meant that I was a bit frail at the start of the Radiation.   In Yangon the Doctor I saw just before I came to Bangkok did tell me that Radiation is not easy, has its side effects and also often brings some depression.  Now when you hear “a leetle depression” with a lovely French accent it doesn’t sound so bad at all, in fact it almost sounds quite cute.  It doesn’t feel at all like the weepiness and grey feeling which descends most days.

Don’t get me wrong, the treatment is not painful, it does not involve needles (well not as part of the treatment though they still need to monitor blood levels – yuck!), and the side effects are not nearly acute or debilitating as they are with chemo.  But it is uncomfortable, lying totally still in an awkward position while the machine goes through its daily workout.  It is also quite boring, even with the music so I have started counting the beeps.  This also helps me keep on track and know how far I am through the session.  I seem to get 75 beeps every session, each lasts about 3 seconds.  Except for the 9th and 14th beep and one much later on – for some reason these ones last much longer!  I say that I seem to get 75 beeps because I usually lose count in the 30s!  Apparently everyone gets a different number of beeps or zaps, depending on their diagnosis, treatment required and calculated by the specialists and the computer.  I am also finding that Twang and other arm are already feeling stiff and sore.  I feel nauseous (but I hope this will pass) and still very weak and tired.  I also have some skin irritation from tape which covers the marks.  One part reacted and has blistered – chemo skin is still very sensitive and probably over-reacted!

I think the main reason it feels like a marathon though is that the whole day, if not life at the moment, revolves around the daily treatment.

On the positive side, I am passing those daily milestones fairly quickly  – 6 passed and 19 to go, so I have already completed nearly a quarter of the course.  I just have to keep ploughing onwards………

Pinocchio legs

I have been beating myself up a bit and getting frustrated because I am still feeling washed out.  Yes, I have turned the corner and am sure I am heading in the right direction, but I can’t find the accelerator or even the forward pedal.  Progress is so so slow – and so am I!  My legs are still weak and wooden feeling – I feel like Pinocchio – before he became human!  Walking is tiring and going up or down stairs is exhausting.  The neuropathy in my hands continues to bug me too. Radiation is ok so far though I am feeling quite nauseous and Twang Arm is getting stiffer.

Then I realise that it is only 3 weeks since the last chemo.  Time for another small celebration – if it wasn’t finished then I would have been back today for another session!  It also means that I should really start to feel improvement as I leave the chemo, particularly the cumulative effects of 8 sessions, further and further behind.

I guess that 3 weeks is not so long really and that I should just be a bit more patient and happy to keep moving in the right direction.  Having said that, however, having my own legs would be good to keep moving forward – enough of Pinocchio’s legs, time to swap back now!