Oh boy, it’s radiation/traveling Monday again. My friend Lauren has volunteered for service this morning. My appointment at Proton isn’t until 6:10P, that’s the latest its ever been, and I’m going to take advantage of this by deciding to leave home a bit later in the morning. Lauren and I leave at 11A. I’ve only known Lauren for a year or so, but she’s one of those friends you meet and feel as though you’ve met them way before you met them. We don’t know everything about each other, and the four hour ride up is a filled with lots of time to talk…which we do. Among many things that we learn about each other, is that we both need to make frequent trips to the Rest Area restroom. This is a relief (no pun intended). I’m mostly used to driving myself, so if I need to stop, I stop; but driving up with someone else…I know it may sound ridiculous, but I wasn’t sure what proper passenger etiquette would be indicated. I didn’t want to become a nuisance, figured I’d do whatever she decided to do. But no worries, we have the same needs.
We got to Boston about 4P, we shopped, Lauren carried. Afterward, Lauren unpacked and I rested. We talked some more, and then it was time for Number 15 treatment…only 20 more to go. Yikes! We go back to the apartment, Lauren and I say goodbye and she heads back to her hotel across the street…she’s driving home to Port Washington at 6A tomorrow. I think about eating, but I’m not hungry, could use a Coke Slurpee. Too tired. I collapse into bed. Oh boy, radiation Mondays always get me down.
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"Radiation Mondays always get me down"! A lesser woman might have started a blog about her radiation experiences just for the opportunity of writing a line that good.
Yours is an extraordinary story. Hang in there. I'm thinking of you.
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