Radiation, chapter three.
We begged and pleaded for an earlier start date, and the cancer centre insisted we wait until this Thursday. We bugged further and spoke to our doctor who, in turn, spoke to Bradys radiation oncologist, and he was receptive to the information he received and said he would try to get Brady in on Monday or Tuesday rather than waiting.
No call Monday.
SO SICK Tuesday. Didn’t chase. Wasn’t worth it.
Wednesday was a better day. We had accepted treatment the next day. So naturally, since we had stopped pushing, Brady got the call for his first appointment to be that afternoon. Wednesday. Bumped up a single day. It wasn’t much, but it was something! He took the appointment slot.
Thus began radiation chapter three.
Brady is feeling well. He is eager to get the ball rolling, so it feels productive to be back at it. Not that he’s happy to be in cancer treatment. Of course not. No one wants to be in cancer treatment. But if we’re being blunt, the man has a lot to live for in spite of a really crummy diagnosis and outlook. So, to treatment he goes!
Most notable difference so far is the fact that he can no longer heave himself onto the bed for the therapy. They bring in a lift each time to put him on the bed and help him off. Yes, thats how much his function has changed. Which is wild considering it was SO recent that he was standing, sealing up the island top that is so vastly less exciting. Who even cares about that anymore?
*crickets*
Anyway. Radiation 2/25. The countdown is on. Debating whether or not to do a Facebook prayer countdown like last time.
God is BIGGER than cancer and STRONGER than treatment!! 💜
Oh Hailey! Hugs!!!! And prayers!!’