Radiotherapy Day Two

I arrived earlier for my four-o'clock appointment at the hospital. It was at 15.10. My blood pressure today was better than the last. And this time the nurse was quite aware that I have to get that pressure by the manual tool, not the digital one. As soon as I arrived, she got my pressure and my pulse. It's 145/70! Phew!

The male staff called my name a few minutes after and I walked through the long corridor to the platform. After waiting for five minutes, the radiotherapy staff called my name. The therapy lasted not as long this time. But the staff put some more marks on my tummy and the side of it with a different color. It's white this time. I was not sure why. Dying to ask on my third session. :-D

I took a bajaj to my husband's office. He was surprised that it took me only an hour after he dropped me over to the hospital. He was also surprised that I did not call him instead to have me picked up. I grinned at his surprised look. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

It is arranged that for every session, I would have to go from my office to the hospital by public transportation. And then afterwards, my husband picks me up from the hospital and we go home together. The arrangement was based on the assumption that after each session I would experience the side effects like headaches, nausea, the urge of vomiting, diarrhea and others. So it is wise to have the sessions in the evenings instead of the mornings. 

And the assumption is right. Two hours after the therapy, I had severe headaches. And there's something not right about my stomach. I felt like vomiting all the time. My husband took me to the car, carrying all I had with me. The trip home was not good at all. I could only chat when the pain went away. It came and went as it pleased. I didn't dare to take any medication. Everything I put in my body should be consulted with the doctor team members. That's the strict instruction.

No other choice then. With no medication allowed to drink, after changing my clothes, I directly went to sleep. My husband took care of dinner, the kids' study time and the laundry. When he woke me up at 21.30 to have dinner, he looked tired. There is no word describing what I felt then. It was a mixture of happiness, gratefulness, and apologetic at the same time. In that moment, I knew that I must have done something good in my lifetime.