I think I’m beginning to get the hang of this radiotherapy thing, if not the command structure. I was told off gently by the nurse because I’d told the receptionist rather than him that I was having chemotherapy yesterday. Seems each machine has its own team and they have complete control of all appointments.
One bad thing that might turn out to be sort of good is that the surgeons had to sever a nerve in my neck when they cut out the tumour. The result is I have almost feeling from my chin to my sternum. And the radiation burns the skin on your neck. At the moment I can see that, but I can’t feel it. It’s early days though.
The other sort of good news is that to help you through chemo they give you a hefty dose of steroids. So, for the first time in weeks my shoulders have stopped aching (another after-effect of the surgery and the muscles they cut through). You really do have to make the most of the little things in life. Still it’s Friday tomorrow and we hope to find what Palma has to offer, given the slight restrictions arising from the fact I can’t eat, drink or swim.