Sometimes I have bad days and sometimes I have good days. And sometimes I have days that start out bad and end up great.
Yesterday, I'm happy to say, was a good day.
It was "clinic day" at the hospital. Every Tuesday during radiation, I see either the oncologist or the radiation therapists to determine how my treatment is going and how I'm reacting (physically and mentally) to my treatment. They ask me about side effects and how I'm coping with them. Luckily, my side effects aren't too bad - my skin is turning a little pink, which is to be expected, and I have an assortment of creams and gels to use. I've become fatigued in the past week or so, which surprised me - I had heard fatigue was a side effect but wasn't really expecting it... really, I'm going to get tired from laying on that table during radiation? Guess I was wrong about that. I'm working on sorting the fatigue out with medication.
After treatment, we looked upwards to that strange ball of light in the sky that we hadn't seen for weeks and weeks and weeks. We jumped in the car, hit the grocery store for snacks, and then headed to the beach.
This was our therapy.
We got to play with someone's puppy. He had been playing in the sand so we got lots of sandy licks (ewwwww)...
We watched the ducks while we had dinner...
We strolled along the beach...
We got wet cleaning my flipflops...
No. Wait, that was just Jason who got wet. :-)
I hope you are all got a chance to enjoy the sunshine as well.