29. Number 29

Seems a little weird that its 29.

Today was 29 treatments and todays post is 29.

The planets are aligned .... maybe.

Today went so much better than yesterday in that the journey went to plan, parking took 10 mins and only half way up the multistorey. My 'cancer patient car park ticket' actually worked. The wait time was less than 10 mins over my appointment time, and the mask finally had a mouth hole! YAY!

Counting today, I count gives me something to focus on, the initial scan took 56 secs and then it seemed like an eternity until the main treatment phase started. It probably was only about 3 mins but when you're laying there in that mask every second counts :(

The main treatment lasted 3.11secs ( counting in my head slowly) which was 3 seconds more than yesterday in the other machine. Which meant I had 4 turns of my hug teddy in my right hand (he gets flipped from top to tail every 60 secs)

As you are probably guessing my rain man tendencies tend to kick in when dealing with anxiety LOL, but hey, call me weird, I don't care, what ever works! So I was out and going back to the car by 12.43 not bad for a 12.20 appointment.

I did see the sign today, above the door, and its still hard to believe it applies to me. I don't think I'm in denial really, just that its always been easier not to dwell on what's wrong with me cos no ones really interested at the end of the day. Being ill is always boring and an inconvenience to other people so best keep it to yourself.

I did stop to take a picture though, to prove to myself, if no one else, I am actually quite seriously ill this time. But Day 2 is done, and as far as driving an hour to get to a hospital and navigating a major busy town, endlessly circling a car park looking for a space, hobbling with my dodgy ankle a good 1/4 mile to the furthest part of the hospital away from the car park, to sit in a room full of people speaking far too loudly on their mobile phones , about shit, or/and coughing their germs out into the air not wearing masks even though everywhere it says wear one, and then being bolted down in a rigid plastic head mask to a flat metal table that shunts you back and forth into a huge doughnut that's sending poison invisible rays into your head, and then do everything in reverse, to get back for a cup of tea that I know in a few days will start burning my mouth too much for me to drink anymore..... its been a good day .