Radiotherapy begins

I've now had 4 sessions of radiotherapy, and I have 15 more to go until I'm finished. It's going well so far. Each weekday morning I head into St Bart's and go to the basement, where the radiotherapy suites are located. Radiotherapy is often administered in hospital basements as the rooms have to be lined with lead to prevent the radiation from escaping. I have all 19 of my appointments (bar one) scheduled for either 8.45 or 9.00 in the morning, so that I can head off to work afterwards. There are five radiotherapy machines, and each is named after a planet. So far I have been treated on Saturn and Venus, and I also have treatments scheduled on Mars. The radiotherapy team are all extremely friendly, and the atmosphere in the department is one of jovial calm.

Treatment takes only a brief time, around 3-5 minutes, but the pre-amble makes it take a little longer. Basically I have to remove my clothes from the waist upwards, and lie on a plinth with my arms resting in armrests above my head. They use the tattoo dots on my body to line me up with some green lasers, according to the precise measurements they took at my planning appointment. They usually move me around a bit (I've been instructed to not help them, they need to move me sometimes by very small amounts) and they talk over the top of me, using numbers and codes and things that I don't understand, and they draw all over me with pen. It's very lovely though, at my first appointment they explained that they would need to talk over me while they were getting me in position, and that I shouldn't worry. They then leave the room and the robot-like machine blasts my boob with radiation, moves a bit, blasts it again from a different angle, and then I'm done. While it's doing its thing, I gaze at the ceiling, where there is a lovely artwork in the ceiling tiles, to distract me. On Saturn it's a Japanese cherry blossom tree and on Venus it's a fern-lined pool of water.

I can't feel the radiation, or see it, so it basically feels as though nothing is happening. Afterwards I have to apply thick cream to my whole breast, which I have to apply again at night. This is because one of the side effects can be something similar to sunburn on the skin where the radiation is targeting. I have aloe vera, which I'm keeping in the fridge so it's extra soothing, cetraben, and a cream called 'moo goo udder cream' which started out as a cream to treat sore udders on cows! Well, let's face it, this is basically the same thing! So far, it's felt a little sore but nothing too dramatic. The other main side effect is fatigue, but I'm feeling that already, so nothing new there. I'm resting in the evenings, making very few arrangements, and preserving as much energy as possible. Apparently the fatigue will be cumulative, so I'm expecting it to kick in properly in the next week or so. And it will last for a couple of months post-radiotherapy, so I'm keeping a low profile until the spring.

Generally though, I'm feeling much better than when I last posted. I've regained lots of my movement in my arm, I think the infection in my wound has pretty much cleared up, and I'm regaining strength each day. I'm enjoying being busy at work and getting back into things, and having more strength to do things around the home. This past weekend we had two of Tanai's friends over for dinner, visiting from Zurich and Milan. I was very pleased that my right arm was strong enough for me to bake a cake (folding in the egg whites took quite a bit of work, and I have not had the strength to do this since surgery). It was a flourless chocolate cake from the new Ottolenghi 'Sweet' book, layered with rosewater cream and caramelised walnuts. Delicious! We also went out with them for brunch near King's Cross the following morning, before they set off to the airport, which was really lovely. The autumn days here in London are blue-skied and sunny, but there's a chill in the air, and the temperature has not ventured above 10 degrees for some time.

Delicious cake!

A stroll near St Paul's Cathedral in the autumn sun

Brunch with the Italians

This coming weekend, we are planning to put up the Christmas decorations and make the flat all festive. I'm really looking forward to a very quiet, relaxed Christmas in our little flat, as I recover from my year of treatment.

It never rains but it pours

Those of you who have known me for a while will know that I have a small reddish-purply skin tag on my left forearm, which has been there for about 6-8 years. It first appeared when I'd been living in Australia for a few years and has been sitting there on my forearm ever since. Early on I got it checked out by my local GP in Sydney and they advised that it was nothing to worry about, but that I might want to get it removed one day if it got irritating, as sometimes they can catch on clothing and they bleed profusely. Of course I never got round to getting it sorted out as there were always things higher up my list when I visited my GP (including a pesky lump in my right breast!).

Fast forward a few years and things are now critical. Over the last few weeks it has been growing steadily, from the size of a lentil to about the size of a kidney bean, and it has become more red and engorged. After my last chemo it started to bleed a lot and it's been impossible to deal with ever since. I have been covering it up with large plasters, to which of course I'm allergic, so now I also have a huge ugly-looking rash all over my forearm. Last week I went to see my GP about it, as the thought of keeping it under plasters until chemo is finished was making me feel upset, and I also wanted to check that there's nothing I should worry about. She took a photo of it on her phone and sent it to a dermatologist friend of hers who advised that I should get it looked at.

So this morning we found ourselves in the Dermatology unit at the Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel, a sister hospital of St Bart's, to finally get it seen to. (Yes, Nick, finally! You can stop nagging me about it.) We saw a lovely doctor who asked me a whole bunch of questions (How long did you live in Australia? Is there a history of skin cancer in your family? etc) and then took a look at everything. As soon as she saw it she immediately declared that she thought it was benign but that I should get it removed immediately and sent to the lab for testing. So that's what happened! After all these years it took a couple of minutes for a nurse to scrape and burn it off (after a healthy dose of local anaesthetic) and pop it in a tube to send to the lab. She was a lovely nurse and kept making jokes about how I was losing my best friend, that I'd been attached to for so many years. (Friend? Nemesis, more like!) So now I will have a small crater in my arm, kind of like a cigarette burn. Much preferable to what was there before. And I shall go back in 5 weeks for the results and to get a check up.

The Royal London Hospital

While the doctor was examining me she asked me about the obvious issues she could see on my mouth and my body. Basically I have sores all round my mouth and red spots all over my body. These have only appeared in the last couple of weeks, since my 7th round of chemo, and I just assumed they were because I was immunocompromised and that they would go away once I recovered from chemo. She agreed, but still said we could do something about them. She has taken swabs and sent those to the lab too, and given me some cream and tablets for them. She suspects mouth herpes (ah chemo, the gift that keeps on giving!) and some kind of bacteria forming the welts on my skin. It's all pretty gross, I know, but these are the realities of being immunocompromised: my body is susceptible to everything and I can't fight off any infection. So now I'm at home, very happy that the growth on my arm has been removed, once again delighted at how thorough the NHS are being about my health. I'm also hoping that I'm not in the business of collecting different types of cancer! We shall see on 11 October when I get the results.

I wanted to also add something to my last post. When I was having my heart echo test, the nurse left the sound on, so I could actually hear my own heart beating. It sounded different depending on where she placed the wand from the machine. I don't think I've ever heard my own heart beating before, so that was pretty cool!