Just do it!
Obviously, he couldn't stand anything to touch it. It was hot, swollen and so tight. I promise you this is not belly fat! He didn't wear a t-shirt because he couldn't stand the rub of the fabric. Not exactly what I would call a "mild irritation" at the site. It took about 2 weeks for things to get better. Now, he has 2 hard lumps in his belly, not painful at all. He refers to them as his ovaries.
His hot flashes are coming now as predicted.
If only we could coordinate our flashes together...
Radiation started on January 12th. He was fitted with a spongy thing that holds his legs in the same position everyday.
Oh Gregg and his crackberry...
They did this by positioning him and placing the mold, while picturing his prostate with a CT scanner. The CT guy invited me to sit with him as he performed the adjustments.
I saw it. I saw the tumor. I clarified, just to make sure, CT guy nodded.
Gregg lies still under the machine counting ceiling tiles.
After calculations were complete and the position was secured, it was time for tattoos. Appropriately, Gregg wore his Harley shirt today, not realizing he would be getting his 1st tattoos. CT guy, who is a Harley guy himself, had a good time with that. We laughed, thinking back at Phoebe on "Friends" who had the whole world tattooed on her shoulder.
Radiation is better with chocolate covered strawberries,
thanks Linsey!
In Bible Study Fellowship yesterday, the teaching leader started us off with this statement, "Cancer is to the body like sin is to the world. Creeps in a little at a time and then it takes something radical to get rid of it." Oh, so true. Radiation is definitely radical!
Digging deep and reaching high!
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