It was supposed to be a good day, but all it took was a phone call to turn it into rain...
It's Monday 30 April, 5.30pm, the phone rings, it's my radiotherapist, he tells me there's a problem with my radiotherapy sessions.....mon dieu !!!
My tumour, Gertrude, is taking up too much space, and there's a high risk of affecting the cells in the hippocampus area, which is responsible for memory....
So there's a chance that I'll lose my memory, but I can't really say what kind of memory it is, short term? long term? is it irreversible? I don't have any answers...
What can I do?
The radiotherapist tells me that the session scheduled for Friday has been postponed. They want me to have another MRI to see how Gertrude is progressing.
If Gertrude hasn't progressed, then we'd start with a laser session to reduce it and then start the radiotherapy.....
But if it has progressed, then we'd start the radiotherapy sessions straight away.
At the end of the day, I'm not in great shape mentally, and for the first time I feel a bit down.
I start crying and thinking negative thoughts, I'm in sad mode....
My children, my husband and my mother are helpless in the face of my fears, and I'm dragging everyone into this temporary distress....
Today is a bad day!
