Deuteronomy 32:13

Making My Skin Crawl

Sorry friends, it’s been too long.  Part of my treatment plan included radiation treatments.  I had a consult with my radiologist a few weeks after I got the exciting news that I was cancer free.  In my head, I figured I’d get a high five from the radiologist and talk about how he wasn’t going to really need to treat me.  Yeah, he and I were not on the same page.  So, after I made him explain all the inner workings of radiation, results from multiple clinical research trials local and international, and discuss his curriculum vitae, I agreed to the treatment.

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To make the decision sting a little more the radiation machine at the hospital location closest to me was being replaced, which meant, I’d be traveling downtown for treatment. Downtown. Five. Days. A. Week. 30 total treatments

Can you tell I had a not so good attitude about this treatment? I had a down right bad attitude about my treatment. Then I met the radiation team and again with the radiologist and they all were super nice and fun. Before each session I got to pick a Pandora station to listen to and I think I threw them for a loop with my random music choices.  Also, the registrar, Ms. A and I became fast friends, seriously she was the highlight of my mornings!

The first hiccup occurred when we had to evacuate due to Irma.  The clinic suffered some damage and required a few days for repairs so I missed almost two weeks of treatments. Bleh.  Then, oh and then it all just started falling apart.

Radiation is like getting a super amped sunburn.  There is lots of instruction about keeping your skin moisturized and there being the potential for fatigue.  Let me just tell you, I’m getting real tired of being real tired.

Right before my last week of treatment, I started to get itchy in the area receiving radiation.  I felt like I was on fire under my skin, but there was nothing visible on my skin.

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On a quick trip to hang out with my parents, I noticed a small open wound in my armpit, it was tiny but hurt something awful.  From there, it seemed like that wound got bigger each day, and then each hour and then every millisecond.  Every movement that involved the tiniest movement of my armpit was torture!!

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My underarm looked like fresh roadkill, and I contemplated just having my arm amputated, I mean since cutting things off seems to solve problems.

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Well, my battle wound earned me a week off radiation and hands on experience in wound care and pain management.  Some of the pain started to fade away toward the end of that week, but the mutilation wasn’t completely over I learned, as pieces of my skin glopped onto the shower floor as I lathered up one day.  “Why does this need to be so hard? I just want to be done!!”

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I marched into the clinic to resume my final week a little down trodden, but once I was greeted at the registration window by Ms. A my spirit perked up.

As I lie on the table in my body mold, trying not to think about how much I didn’t want to be there, my radiation therapist came to check that I was in the right position and moved my necklace out of the way.  “Hmmm. Flint n Honey? What’s that?” as the chain and pendants jingled in her fingers.  I told her how old friends from high school had the necklace made for me when I started this blog, and how I liked the verse and to wear the necklace to remind me that God can provide something sweet from something hard.   The final week went by without a hitch and I rang that bell with gusto!

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Foolish of me to think that being cancer free meant rainbows and glitter storms for the remainder of my journey. I knew that wouldn’t be the case, but I had hoped for more glitter showers than not.  I started back at my old job the next day and it about killed me.  I didn’t realize I was so puny. I have been having a hard time getting used to being puny, and achy, and overall feeling like an old rickety lady.  I am thankful that treatment is behind me and I will never have to experience the woes of radiation again.

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3 Responses to “Making My Skin Crawl”

  1. Jill McCord

    You look amazing! Congratulations on being cancer free! I’m so happy to hear that!

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  2. Sara Treat Chance

    Omg the gifs you use just kill me. Like I feel slightly guilty busting out laughing and then sober up with the words. You are so strong, with your ability to laugh (and make others laugh) through your pain. I know, sometimes it’s probably a mixture of laughter and tears, but hey, that’s got to be a win! So happy for you that this part is over and pray you can patiently regain strength and stamina.

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    • flintnhoney

      No need to feel guilty. Cancer can’t/couldn’t steal my joy. It’s with confidence we laugh in the face of our enemies. But in all seriousness it’s therapeutic for me to search for funny parts to an otherwise not so funny time in my life.

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