Irradiated, Graduated, Chilled and Going Home

Caring House Great Room

Tomorrow is my last radiation treatment. That will make 25 “regular” treatments in which an area of my body was bombarded with x-rays, and 8 focused treatments with “electron beam”. I will have been at Caring House making daily trips to Duke Cancer Center on weekdays, and ticking off the days. For those of you who may have to be treated with irradiation at some point, the treatment is a piece of cake. Over the course my leg became reddened, swollen, developed inflammation at the base of hairs, and finally developed a few blisters which broke with tenderness and redness. Care consisted of the use of either lotion or a salve that were free of vitamins A, D, or E. Those antioxidant vitamins interfere with the process.


I’m told I can expect continued reaction for up to 2 weeks and then resolution.
There will be long term changes to my skin. As long as “the big ‘C’ “ has bitten the dust that’s all good.


I’ve become institutionalized. My experience at the Caring House has been superb. It hasn’t been without incident, however.


Two days ago I was working on something on the computer in the library when I heard a loud noise, screams, the sounds of scurrying feet, and ran to see what had happened. As I rounded the corner toward the kitchen the fire alarm went off. No one could sleep through that alarm. It is a high-pitched vibrating screech that made everyone want to run out of the building to the parking lot.


Apparently, the fire department is dispatched automatically, and almost immediately I could hear the sounds of distant emergency vehicles drawing closer and louder. We came back through the front door to see if anyone had not been able to get out and were greeted by the smells of an electrical fire.
The fire truck arrived and the first man out was someone that even I, another male, could recognized as magazine cover material. The analysis: there was an electrical fire in the mechanical room next to the kitchen. Something “blew” and the concussion and noise caused a client in the kitchen on a walker to try to run. That didn’t work and she fell. All of the women in the kitchen screamed. Almost simultaneously the fire alarm was tripped. We all looked a lot like sprayed roaches. The women all were overcome by the handsome fireman. The handsome fireman was either oblivious, or used to such reactions.


He determined that the panel that caught fire controlled the heating system in the kitchen area. It, fairly rapidly, became cold in the kitchen, and the heat and air people came and declared that he was right and they would be back. It’s still cold in the kitchen.


I’ve been here long enough that the people at the reception desk in front and the clerks in the sarcoma center know me by name. They’ve gone from mister to first name. That is nice. Still, I would rather that we had all remained strangers.


Beau, the early shuttle driver, starts up now as soon as I get in the van because we figured out that we were on the same page, politically, when the Donald won. I don’t really have to talk. Beau is outraged and likely to stay that way for quite a while. I told him this morning that we have to get everything resolved tomorrow because I’m going home.


I have learned a number of things through this experience. People are people; getting cancer doesn’t make you better or worse as far as personality is concerned. People stay hopeful while realistic about their future. Most people open up eventually about their fears and concerns. No one cares when everyone is in the same boat. Everyone can take a turn.


People in the community are unbelievably generous. Two or three days a week some group shows up with food. They bring quantities suggesting that they think we will all be taken out before a firing squad in the morning. They bring too many sweets. It’s sweet.


The staff here does not become jaded. They are here for you when needed. They are mostly community volunteers but have schedules that they are good to keep. One woman who stays the night runs a temp agency from the front desk. There are “alumni” who regularly drop in to say hello to the staff. My wife would volunteer here and she’s not really the volunteer type.


So, I will be back to see my surgeon and radiation oncologist at three month intervals to see how well the treatment has worked, look for spread elsewhere and make any changes necessary. The odd thing is that I have accepted the fact that I may die from this. We all know that something will take us out. If this is the thing I can deal with it knowing that there are others in the same boat, and a lot of people who truly care about other people.
There won’t be any new blogs from here (everyone can cheer) in all probability until after the first of the year. I plan to enjoy the season and life in general, greet some old friends who have regularly kept up during this chapter, and smile a lot. Life is good.

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on December 21, 2016 at 10:58am

Doc, your treatment experience has been enlightening... just one thing though, I expect that your recovery may have it's moments of enlightenment as well so I hope you find time to write and post next year.  You know what you need so do what you want to do and whatever that is, be better, be well.

Comment by Foolish Monkey on December 21, 2016 at 11:08am

I'm glad your treatment is done before Christmas.  Now you can relax and enjoy your holiday at home.  

Wishing you and yours a peaceful, love filled Christmas and a successful and healthy new year!

If you want to veg out, after posting here I did my blog about binge watching and in response there are some terrific responses - plenty of suggestions for shows to watch.  binge watching

Comment by Anna Herrington on December 21, 2016 at 11:40am

I have missed a lot! but glad to read you are at the end of treatment and are headed home for Christmas/Holidays.

I'm glad you are here, you enhance this little community with your thoughtful posts.

Comment by Rodney Roe on December 21, 2016 at 11:43am

Binge Watcher, I'll go look.  Thanks for the good wishes.

JMac, I will let you all know how it goes.

Terry, thanks for the card!  It's great and that is one of my favorite Christma carols.

Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on December 21, 2016 at 12:01pm

THE staff sounds so very good. A terrifc '17 to you!

Comment by marilyn sands on December 21, 2016 at 1:29pm

You still know how to keep us reading on; handsome Fireman or not.  Looking forward to your '17 musings & a healthier you!

Comment by Rosigami on December 21, 2016 at 3:32pm

So glad to hear you're returning home. Your attitude is- and has been- very positive, and your sense of humor is obviously intact. "We all looked a lot like sprayed roaches" made me laugh right out loud!

Your notes on the handsome fireman put me in mind of a tune the BLP's latest band has been performing. "They Call Me the Fireman" (George Strait).  I am on my kindle so I can't post a link. (will try to do that later) It would have been a great soundtrack for the event at Caring House.  

Best wishes to you and yours for the holidays and the coming year. 

Comment by nerd cred on December 21, 2016 at 5:50pm

It seems like a wonderful place that exposes the best of humans helping hurting humans. That must help make the experience less miserable.

And because my mind wanders - developed inflammation at the base of hairs - could you have waxed first? I suppose it wasn't the major problem, though.

Happy Holidays - meaning Christmas and New Years! 17 has to be better!

Comment by Rodney Roe on December 22, 2016 at 6:23am

Nerd Cred, my stylist couldn't figure out how to bill for waxing part of one leg. 

Comment by koshersalaami on December 22, 2016 at 6:53am

That's an excellent question.

 

very glad the staff doesn't get jaded. 

Good writing

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