Day 1 of radiation really wasn't.
It involved getting X-rays and the tattoos. But the radiation itself begins at 9:20 a.m. Thursday. Then, the same time Mondays through Fridays. Can't wait.
The crew at the doc's office was nice, and daughter Karen shot the accompanying photos during the procedure.
I'm pretty upbeat after they said the radiation itself won't make me too nauseous. It's the chemo that will get me. Luckily that hasn't happened just yet.
Earlier, Kim, Karen and I had breakfast at TooJays, which is easy to become habitual.
So for the next few months I'll be shifting from night-side activities to daytime. Already, I'm up early enough to chat with Walter at the Sentinel, who read my early morning post, commented and then to whom I commented back before my appointment. Talk about Bizarro World. This is it.
In more ways than one.
This whole experience remains so surreal. Nightmarish in many respects, except I just don't wake up from it. It just goes on and on. When I think I'm at a "save point" where I could wake up, I still don't arise. It's still the nightmare. Life goes on.