Now What?

Thursday night was my last radiation treatment on my neck. I had a total of 30 treatments. The lump feels a bit smaller, but you can't expect it to disappear or shrink to pea size overnight. The burn on my neck is a pain in the arse, but I'm no worse for wear. I go back to see the radiologist in two weeks, then again two weeks after than, and to see my oncologist in a month. Dr.'s are great people and I owe them a lot, but I really hate going to see them. Hate it.

My last treatment went very well. The Mask was almost "comforting" and instead of feeling like something that was trying to kill me, it felt bizarrely like a security blanket. Not that I miss the damn thing... hell no. Just looking at it makes me cringe a bit. Yep, I got to take it home with me. I don't know what I'm going to do with it yet. My favorite therapist was there for my last treatment. He's the one that asks if you're doing okay when he puts the mask on. Just a really nice person, but then again, they are all really nice. He gave me the certificate of congratulations that has all their names on it. It looked familiar since I must have gotten one back in 2007 as well, and maybe even back in 2001. Believe me, there were some days that I felt like I couldn't keep going, so I guess it was somewhat of an accomplishment. I hope it's the last time I have to go there on a daily basis, but logically I doubt that is possible. But for now, I am just happy to be DONE.

As much as mom and I wanted to go get drunk afterward, we went straight home and watched the Twins get killed by the White Sox.