As mentioned in my previous post, today was the start of my fifth week of cancer treatment. Two weeks – just ten days to go.
Today’s session – R21/9 – was unusual. The radiographers aren’t using my new mask yet, but someone seems to have tried to tighten up my old one for use in the meantime.
Either that, or my head has grown over the weekend.
The result was that my face was squashed painfully flat whenever the team tried to secure my mask to the bench.
After some fiddling around, they had to slide out a layer of supports from the headrest so that they could clip the mask in place without straining me through the meshed material like mashed potato.
Still, we got there in the end.
A scan, and regular radiotherapy followed.
After which, I waited to see my consultant, Dr Biswas. He had nipped off to take a look at the results of today’s scan.
He came back smiling…
…and yes, that’s really him smiling. (Not today, I found the picture online).
It was good news.
He was delighted with the scan.
He said that if he’d known five weeks ago that I would be doing so well at this stage, he would have been very happy indeed.
He even offered to cancel my final two chemo sessions, saying they would now be just a tiny part of the battle. I gratefully refused. Best to get as much cancer kicking in as I can while I can, I reckon.
Now – this is NOT the all clear.
I’m not in remission. I’m not cured.
But the treatment is working!
The effects of the radiotherapy will continue for at least two weeks after I stop being zapped by wonderful people in white coats. After that, everything inside has to heal and repair before I can go back for tests to see what’s what.
For the first time in many, many weeks – I feel a faint glimmer of optimism.