A new day is dawning… everyone can feel it. The days are longer, and sunsets later and my mood is better. I may be physically feeling just the same “meh” but my mood is better.
I’ve finally hit a progress marker with my radiation. I have completed half of the treatments. 16 down and 16 to go. I missed a couple of zaps because of bad weather and they’ll tack them on at the end so I’ll be finished my radiation treatments in the second-ish week of March. March 8th was an end date but with the two missed appointments and the possibility of one or two more if we have bad weather...I might go into the third week. It’s not much fun to be radiated every M-F but I’ve had the most interesting buddies to accompany me to and from the treatment center. I’ve had a great time catching up with friends that I haven’t seen in some time - gal talk - gossip. I’ve ended my treatments with a trip to the mall to the Christmas Tree Shops (I thought it was just Christmas stuff, WRONG), late lunch/early dinner at On The Border, Dinner at the Lion’s Den in Stockbridge, a trip to COSTCO, a post-radiation martini, and great conversation.
One of the most unusual things I did in week one of radiation was Zap and Tap! Yes a tap lesson with my friend Leigh. I haven’t put on tap shoes since college and I wasn’t that good at all back then, but last year just before my diagnosis I bought Capezio tap shoes while visiting a friend in NYC. It was so much fun to find XXL tap shoes with no heel for this hoofer of a certain age. The shoes have remained in their red box waiting for my treatments to be done. However, a dance teacher from my college days has a studio about 20 minutes from my treatment center, so I packed my red Capezio box and Leigh and I went for a tap lesson. I did fine but my energy gave out about 35 minutes in and I stopped. I hope to try it again later this week and laugh my ass off.
Cancer treatments are still plugging along and at a much slower pace than the radiation treatments. Thomas went with me to Boston for the 2/7 chemo #6. We left Monday, the night before chemo due to bad weather forecasted on Tuesday morning and the NE Patriots parade scheduled for 11 a.m while we’d be driving to DFCI.
Thomas and I got up early and headed to the parade and had an excellent view right on Copley Square. The weather was cold and snowy/slushy but crowd was so energized and the people surrounding Thomas and me were just out for Patriots fun. One young man, three sheets to the wind, tried to cut through our jam-packed spot. The sot kept saying “I’m not trying to encroach on anyone’s space.” as he staggered and pivoted toward the front. A man next to us told him “I’ll take a picture for you, but you can’t lean on me.” only to have the drunkard lean on him. Then the group started pushing him back and telling him with their Boston accents, “Listen buddy, I’ll give you one minute to get back or I’m getting a cop.” The drunk says “What am I doing wrong? I’m just standing here.” Then the crowd starts in saying “YOU CUT”, YOU’RE A CUTTER!”, The group calls “Officer, Officer”, the cop comes over but tells everyone to simmer down. Then Thomas starts the Game of Thrones chant “Shame, Shame, Shame” Everyone in a 6 foot circle around us keeps up the chant and the funniest was the drunk, he joined in on the chant never realizing it was him that was being called out. People were annoyed but not angry at him and as luck would have it, our spot was right near a handicapped gated section. As people came in and out of that section, the drunkard managed over into it and got out of our way.
Treatment #7 will be next Tuesday 2/28. Not much to look forward to except getting one more treatment out of the way.
I'm one flap-ball change away from the no-hop Senior group of tappers routine enjoy:
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