These days are super emotional. I’m nearly at the end of five weeks of radiation.
Radiation treatment is a relatively easy thing and the technicians are so sweet and kind.
But it’s emotional.
Everyday I walk into a freezing cold room and take my clothes off in front of strangers.
I lie down under a big machine and get radiated to make sure any remaining cancer cells are eliminated.
My body is holding up well but it’s burning.
My doctor congratulated me today on how far I’ve come and all I could think about was how much I’ve lost.
How much cancer has taken from me. I cried and cried.
I’m okay. I really am but sometimes you just need to cry. And that’s alright.
I’ve been putting one foot in front of the other since the breast cancer diagnosis. But I get tired and overwhelmed too. It’s fucking hard. Stupid cancer. I wish it would all go away but it never will.
It’s okay though. I made a big batch of dark chocolate brownies and have been treated to an hour of the kids singing and dancing Moana songs