Tag drei der Strahlentherapie Und Tag fünf der Chemotherapie

Guten Abend. I figure if this is going to go on for several more days/weeks, then I may as well shake it up a bit, get creative and count 'er down in a different language. Tonight's count down courtesy of the Uber practical, strong, commanding (drum roll please) Deutsch language! Danke, danke. I have always wanted to learn to speak German and I know a few key words - the important ones like how to order a beer - "Ein großes Bier bitte"; directions to the rest room - "Wo ist die Toilette bitte" (the two go hand-in-hand, after all); and I can count to one hundred, days of the week - all useful stuff indeed. I picked up some tidbits hither and thither over the years, and what can I say? I have a thing for languages ... I digress ...

Yup. Day 3 of Melon Fest; Day 5 of Chemo Fest (thanks KB for the suggestion - X marks one spot; FU the other!). Still feeling dizzy, light-headed and a little wonky after the radiation treatments, and that was over four hours ago. Treatments were longer today - 10 individual zaps in all and the first one alone was 45 seconds which is the longest yet. Ever. I'm still feeling zapped, zoinked. The radiation techs at the hospital (they know me well from when I hung out with them for seven weeks in late 2011, early 2012 so they could perma-tan my boobie) were kind enough to cut a hole for my nose in the mask mold. I had mentioned to them on Friday that the mold was pushing/squeezing the one side of my nose up into a veeeerrrry awkward position and I didn't tell them that because I plan on posing for the cover of Vogue's silver hotties collection (HA!), but the pressure was making it a little uncomfortable to breathe, frankly. And lo and behold, when I skipped into the treatment room today, they had fixed it for me - how sweet, right? The only downside is that I plan on taking that G-D mask with me after this is done - evidently lots of folks do - and I am going to paint it up, put googly eyes on it, dress it up with funky wigs, post bad WalMart earrings on to it, maybe a bad tattoo or two, all kinds of weird shit - and wear it to work on Halloween. HA! Now with a big hole where a nose profile used to be, it made me think of Hannibal Lector, or a skeletor. Oooooh, yeah, that could be fun.  Another fun thing to count down!

Hubby came to pick me up and we met with the Doc. Not my normal Doc, but a fill-in Doc. LOVED her. First of all - a female doc. Major points there. Second, short hair. More major points. Third, killer, bone-crushing hand shake. Fantabulous. LOVE great handshakes. Faaaaabulous all around. Seriously, she was awesome. She said something to me that resonated and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Doc asked me how I was doing - mind you, this was right after the treatment (by the way, my blood pressure was 97 over 57 - at least I won't die of high blood pressure!), so I was trying diligently to construct a sentence: "noun + verb" (forget adverbs or adjectives) ... I have to tell you, it took an incredible amount of energy just to ar-ti-cu-late. Wow. Anyway, I told her that I was trying to process the emotional trauma of dealing with cancer twice within 18 months, to which she replied that having cancer once within 18 months totally sucks.

And you know? She's right. Cancer sucks. It totally sucks. I'm so tired now, but I know in my heart that I am going to kick this f**ker ....and I have to tell you, that this bloggy thingy and your help and support and your emails and comments and hugs are freakin' awesome. Thank you ...please keep 'em coming ...

She also said that the head and the brain are sacred (her words) so having cancer there just puts stuff into another stratosphere. That is not to say that having cancer elsewhere is not as serious; quite the contrary. It's just that she admitted - as many other doctors hubby and I have seen - that the medical community just doesn't know that much about the brain and so, it makes it more challenging to treat it. I also fessed up - as I am doing with you all now - that I am afraid of turning into a drooling idiot soon, especially since the treatments have already affected me and that's only after three treatments (zoink!). Doc did say that I would become progressively more tired, that my noggin might experience some swelling - in which case they'd give me some steroids (Go ARNIE! MUHH!) - but we will cross that fun melon bridge when and if we get there. I would rather know what to expect than not, so there you have it. On a positive front, the anti-barf pill - at $25 per pill I might as well get Vicodin or Percocet on the black market and have some fun! Yup, that's what they cost here in the US of A; thank GOD for super expensive health insurance! - yes, the anti-barf pill is helping with the chemo pill, so at least I'm sleeping through the night and not feeling queasy and blechhhh and running for the potty. So far, so good on that front. Yeah! Small victories, right? :-)

So there you have it. All the news that's fit to blather on and on and on about.

Wir wünschen Ihnen einen guten Abend (I think that says "wishing you a good evening" - my pal LAF who has lived in many exotic spots on this beautiful planet will please (bitte) correct my Deutsch if I have mistakenly said "your mother sleeps on a pay toilet" or something equally as funky). As always, thanks for reading and thanks for your love, hugs, support and comments. Muah~! Tonight's sign off courtesy of my pal, LAP, who suggested a lovely sign off in Italian, and so I am going to shake it up and offer it up in both Italian and German! Much love to you all and thank you for ....

Viaggio con me .....Reisen Sie mit mir

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