My targeted brain radiation went well today (who could imagine writing such a ridiculous sentence?!).
Nevertheless, I am happy to report that I am feeling more or less normal (though exceptionally tired) and was able to conduct my activities fairly normally today. I expect, if whole brain radiation is any indication, that I will dip worse in the fatigue department before feeling better again, so I am prepared for that. But who knows, maybe I'll get lucky!
The doctor was pleased with how it went, and now we wait. And wait. And wait. We wait 2 or 3 months until I have a brain MRI to see if it worked. He gives it an 80-90% chance of success. I think he does not account for prayer in that statistic.
Lying perfectly still on a very hard table with a Jason-like mask smashing my face into place and a bite plate screwed into the face mask was not what I would call pleasant, but luckily I am not claustrophobic, and I was able to control my gag reflex by breathing through my nose and praying during the entire procedure. I was bound like that for about 30 minutes. When they finally released me from the screws I had a mask pattern ground into my facial skin that lasted an hour or so and exaggerated mouth sores where the bite plate dug into my gums, but since I have never felt so happy as when I was finally able to scratch my nose and eye that had been itching all during the procedure, I hardly noticed or cared.
I am ever grateful for this day and each day I glean from what I did today, grateful for my family, grateful for modern medicine, grateful for friends and grateful for blog readers who become virtual friends!
But I'm no foolish Pollyanna. I don't want cancer, I don't want any more brain radiation, and I want this all to stop. Enough now! Please?!