Today will mark my 18th radiation treatment. I’m slated to have 25 total (for 45 Gy of radiation in all) so we’ll call this “the homestretch.” Squinting hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The fatigue has gotten worse, as have the food issues. I can’t taste anything now except for a pervasive metallic chemical tang that permeates my mouth whether I’m eating something or not. My mouth is so raw and sensitive, as soon as one patch heals, another takes its place. I guess I should be glad I’m healing at all, but I’m not really in a glass half full mindset these days. I’m getting meals down by sheer willpower, chewing and swallowing because I have to, although I want to gag at every mouthful. I’m trying to keep from losing any more weight by hitting the liquid supplements harder, as my radiation oncologist and his staff have advised.
Yesterday marked a change in treatment radius. The amount of radiation (the fraction) they’re blasting me with on a daily basis remains the same, but the location is now smaller. Before, they were irradiating the complete tumor zone plus a two-centimeter perimeter around it. Now, they’re just zapping the tumor region, so it’s a slightly more concentrated, more focused delivery.
I noticed yesterday a scent perception change during my treatment. Before, I could always smell when the radiation started. It’s a burnt ozone/rancid chemical scent–very distinctive and quite sharp–that I always got for a few moments just as the radiation began. Yesterday, I still got that smell, but it was much fainter, more like a passing whiff than the usual overwhelming barrage. Didn’t occur to me that I was smelling the radiation because of where they were irradiating. I thought it was just the smell of the machinery as it went on. Seems instead that a two-centimeter shift in location changes how the radiation hits my olfactory receptors.
I’ve also finally gotten a date for my stem cell transplant. I’m slated to go into the hospital on the 29th. A part of me is going, “Yay, we’ve finally got a timeline for the main event!” but the rest of me is going, “I’m already at the frayed bits of my endurance, and the stem cell transplant will be even more brutal than what I’ve already gone through. Wah!”
I just want all this behind me already.