T minus-2 (oh, that summer seemed to last forever)

Sorry for skipping t minus-3 but I was feeling pretty crappy yesterday. A bit better today after a good sleep at home. 

I'm now halfway through the radiation treatments and no real complaints, apart from slightly warm skin. I think the real effects will start hitting me tonight. I'm getting a 12 hour dose of ATG at the moment, which is an immunosuppressive drug designed to keep my t-cells from reacting to the stem cells I'll get in a couple of days.

 Radiation machine.

Closer look at the beam of death.

Actually, my biggest complaint right now is the horrific soundtrack that accompanies the treatments, so I guess I can't be feeling too bad. I get two passes through the beam on my back, then two on my front, for a total of maybe 40 minutes per session. And whoever developed this playlist should not ever do so again. I think it is supposed to relax me, but I'd really prefer something in the punk rock realm. Instead it unfortunately it opens, every time, with Abba's Mamma Mia, which will now always carry with it terrible memories.

By the time my head gets under the beam, even with eyes closed, the world turns blue. At about this time I get Here Comes the Sun (radiation playlist track 3).  Then when they flip me over and start roasting my other side some not-even-prime Bon Jovi hits the air and I get to experience some It's My Life....oh I ain't gonna live forever (radiation playlist track 6).

Things get better with some Summer of 69 and, and at least I can think of my girl waiting for me in the lounge (you told me that you'd wait forever, oh and when you held my hand, i knew that it was now or never, radiation playlist track 7).

Then the whole thing just degenerates into unrecognizable awfulness.

But I generally try to keep in my head the song my youngest sings to me every time I put him to bed,  My star keeps me company, and leads me through the night... (Yeah, which I've just now discovered is from that ewoks movie).

Speaking of feeling crappy, for those of you interested in poo, my hospital room has this awesome, handy chart.

Those folks from Bristol sure love their stools, though they should consider dropping the constant food comparisons