Decision made: radiotherapy.
First, I have an appointment to have my planning scan tomorrow. That’s where the radiotherapists will measure the precise spots that need to be radiated. I get to lie on a cold, hard slab of metal practically naked while the techs move around me to align my body with treatment areas and then mark small dots on my body for when I actually go in for radiation. Its all done using lines and angles and measurements — all the technical stuff I’m not very good at. Its very clinical and the people use words I don’t know like centigray, fractionation and dosimetrist. All I hear is blah blah blah, sort of like the Charlie Brown comics. I hear but I don’t comprehend as the strangers stand around me and talk about me, making me feel like I am a piece of meat about to be sliced and diced into sections for consumption.