In the gowned waiting room today sat 1 woman. Maybe 20 years older than myself. I entered and sat down and she immediately gasped and said ‘You got to keep your hair! It’s so beautiful.’ I responded quickly with ‘I’ve only done one round of chemo, maybe it still will fall out 🤷♀️’. Hoping to ease us both. She then shows me that not only has her hair fallen out but all her fingernails too. I come closer and tell her I can’t even really tell, which is the truth. She tells me her story. She has breast cancer. She has gone through a double mastectomy and has very painful expanders in she tells me. 😞 she refers to doctors and I think she assumes I too have BC. I let her talk. Tell me her story. Her pain. She tells me her sister too had BC and pancreatic cancer and told no one. Not one person in their family. Until the hospital called them all to come and she passed away that very night. I tell the woman gently that her sister surely was trying to spare her family the worry. She tells me she has been in treatment since October. I am immediately grateful for my 6 week treatment plan. My tech arrives to take me back to the machine and I grab the woman’s hand and tell her to be well. It’s out of the ordinary to have this much time in the gowned waiting area so I’m grateful for today’s encounter.
Towards the end of this evening, side effects seemed to ramp up with a vengeance. Radiation causes painful diarrhea so time for some meds this evening after my skin care regimen. Grateful for 2 days off. Be well tribe.