Tuesday was my first day of post tumor radiation and I was feeling sick.  Awful really, with a horrible migraine and the flu.  I was brought to a new radiation area, and was told by the radiologist that the process is basically the same and that I could still change into the robe before going in.  Well…when I first had my radiation ‘interview’ the woman told me that most of the ladies don’t bother changing into a robe and just wear a baggy sweater or such and take it of in the room so for the past month that is what I’ve been doing.  So I told her, “nah, I’m not wearing a bra and I’m a quick change”.  And I pulled off my shirt and blocked my chest and got ready.  I left my wig and toque on.  So I laid down and a radiologists drew a large circle around my scar and marked the scar it with an X.  All in dark green permanent marker.  My breast is a work of art.  Maybe now more abstract than realistic.

After the radiation was done, I was in a hurry to get home and go back to bed.  I started to sit up and the radiologist students startled and said “oh no, don’t give me a heart-attack.  You can’t move until the bed is down”  So I lay back down but my wig or hat or whatever got tangled and off it flew.  I didn’t really notice it, but the look on her face kind of clued me in.  So I dropped my sweater that was hiding my breasts and grabbed my wig and made some ridiculous comment like “oops, lost my head”.  Normally I would have been mortified but then I figured my hair is growing back, and I should be proud even if it is patchy and weird looking so I got into my clothes and left the hospital topless.  And by topless, I mean head wise and it felt wonderful.