Today was my twelfth radiation treatment, which means I'm more than a third of the way to the finish line. Just the last few days, my skin has started turning a little red and my "treatment area" has become just a bit sore. All in all, it's not bad. I have learned to squat rather than bend over, as that reduces the chances of squishing the girls. I make a pillow barrier around me when I sleep, so the dogs don't jump on any sore spots when they greet me in the mornings. I reach for things with my right arm, as the left arm has some tender spots underneath. Like that. It's all good.
The radiation team tells me I'm a rock star when it comes to treatment: I line myself up perfectly on the table, I've got gated breathing down to a science, I don't freak out when the machines are buzzing and moving around my head. I joked that finally, I had found my talent. It appears that I'm really good at being a cancer patient. Go figure.
I've started the bathroom makeover, but I have to admit we're not moving very fast. I have one coat of paint on all the walls and ceiling. That's it. Unfortunately, I did that about ten days ago. Last weekend I just wasn't up to working on it. We also have to hire a guy to put in our new exhaust fan, and he's booked out a couple weeks, so I don't feel any rush. Sometimes I feel like I need a deadline to motivate me. As long as we're done sometime this year, that's good enough for me.