Two Down, Thirty-three To Go

On Monday I started my 7 weeks of radiotherapy. This involves a lot of planning and a lot of blocks falling into place.

Because the treatment is "down there" I have to be prepared, which starts 3 hours before treatment. I have to drink the right amount of water at set periods (I've never been so hydrated) so that my bladder is holding no less than 350ml (but not much more) at exactly the right time.

Then the taxi/ambulance has to arrive between 75 and 90 minutes before the treatment, and get me to the hospital 70km away not too early (and definitely not too late).

Finally, the treatment has to happen and finish before the urge to explode takes over. This is tricky, because the treatment entails lying on a table for 15 minutes and "bougez pas!" This means no jiggling, even involuntarily.

On Monday I got my level correct, but yesterday I was about 60ml under, which is annoying and earned me a finger-wag. It shouldn't be too difficult to adjust.

If you're ever in a radiotherapy unit and you see a man looking stressed and waddling, make way. He's a man on a mission.

Finally then, one can relax - until tomorrow, when the whole lot starts again.