D-Day - Figuratively and Literally (sense a theme here?). PS 1 Down; 29 To Go! (Thx, KB!)

Well ....today is D-Day. In more ways than one. Back in 1944, the Allies invaded Normandy, and today, in this gal's world, I - Cancerella - donned my own warrior princess gear, strapped on my molded mask, and with the assistance of the Soldiers (aka Nuke/Radiation Techs/Nurses) at the hospital, started my own invasion of the G-D (sorry Jesus/God/Buddha) Nazi cancer cells in my brain. Then, I stumbled home (wow, the treatment really zapped me), and I then embarked on Phase 2 of the Nazi Cancer Cell Invasion, by popping the biggest frickin' pill I have ever seen and taken - the Chem-ecstasy pill - also affectionately known as Temodar.


As my family, pals - oh and a web site! - all proclaim: "F**K Cancer!!" Yes! My new battle cry! That is, after I have a nap ...zzzzzz..... oy vey ...

Wow. I have to say that this first treatment really sucked my energy. That mildly freaks me out because it's the whole "one down, twenty-nine to go" (thanks KB!! xo) and if I'm already in a state of ZZZZZ-ness, then it will be a looooooong six weeks. There's part of me that also thinks the anxiety and tension of R+C = D Day has been building and so, fatigue and general weariness would be a normal reaction.

Buderello (aka Hubby) did put it into perspective by stating the obvious and that is that the radiation treatments do have to penetrate my skull - good point, Dr. B. :-) I must say that the treatments are longer than the treatments I had for The Boob; I was on the table, strapped in to My Mask for a good 20 minutes and I counted six zaps of 20 seconds in length - far longer than the zaps I remember on my Now-Perma-Tanned-Titty. Speaking of tans, the nurse reminded me that my face will also have a perma-tan and before you sun-worshipers applaud, methinks it won't be in a good way. Thankfully, Sephora has all kinds of good shit to cover up blotchy skin! Woo hoo!

So there you have it ... my adventures for Day One. Tomorrow, it's a little more Lather-Rinse-Repeat, until of course, I have no hair to lather up or rinse. Until I become progressively more wasted (and not in the happy sense) and then morph into Zomberella, I am counting down the days and thinking positive Cancerella thoughts - pardon my crude lingo but at a time like this and with a tumor/tumour in my head, I somehow think you fine, wonderful, beautiful folks will forgive me ... and also join me in shouting from your balconies, from your proverbial rooftops, from the mountaintops (do you hear angels singing? Am I hallucinating?): "F**K CANCER!!!"


And until then, sending each and every one of you much, much love and many bone-crushing hugs (if I fall asleep and drool on you while hugging you, thanks in advance for forgiving me!). Tonight's sign off is a general F-U to The Tumaaaaa, The Svulst, The Itsnotta ...

Kiss my astrocytoma,

Cancerella (and Buderello)
Many many x's and o's