A plan at last with a start date!

I was feeling a little bit let down - I had been led to believe that my treatment was going to start straight away when I got to the city. So to be told that no, I had to wait for my plan to be approved and I would be notified of the date at some stage - well, it was a little bit frustrating.  I'm already sick of having my life on hold - everything is in limbo.  I can't work, I feel crappy, I have no energy, and every conversation I have with people revolves around cancer and when am I starting treatment.  Add to that the extra little 'symptoms' I'm now having, basically everything really sucks.

The symptoms you ask?  Oh yeah. This little tumour of mine has decided to make itself known.  It's probably not helped by doctors having a good poke around down there either.  But I now have a period that won't stop with constant cramping.  I hate it. Although I am keeping the drug companies in business with my pill popping - yay tylenol and advil.  This charming tumour likes to sit against my bladder - it must be a lovely little pillow for mr. tumour to rest his head.  Unfortunately, this is also reminiscent of being 9 months pregnant, with that constant need to go to the bathroom, only to discover you actually don't have a full bladder, just a teaspoon worth. Repeat scenario 30 times throughout the day and night.

So to finally get a treatment plan with an actual start date is exciting stuff.  It's definitely time to get rid of this bugger, and get my life back on track.

November 29th is day 1 of radiation.  25 radiation treatments in all.  Tuesdays is now known as Chemo day - I have 5 of them to look forward to.  Now that's a freaky thought - 5 days knowing I'm purposely going to be filling my body with poisonous chemicals with the hope of killing the bad stuff but leaving the good stuff alone. (please don't kill my hair - i love my hair! I promise to stop yanking the grey ones out!)

So i'm excited, nervous, scared....pleased to finally be getting this show on the road. Wait, what?  Excited?  Ok, that's probably a bit sadistic of me.  Who gets excited at the thought of being blasted and zapped on a daily basis?  God I'm weird.