Run From the Cure...

Hi Friends,
Today was the beginning of "graduation week" for my radiation cohort. Today was Miss Rose's last day and she brought donuts for the celebration. As she, Catherine and I chatted in the general waiting area, we were joined by a woman named Tawabish who is now just starting her second week of treatment. Tawabish and I met on several days last week as we waited to go into the radiation rooms, all gowned up. As the four of us chatted, Miss Rose was called in for her treatment; she asked them to go on to the next person so we could have a visit. Saying goodbye to new friends is both happy and sad: I'm so glad she is through her treatments, but I wonder if she will be ok. Her pathology report was not good and she lives alone in north Toronto. My fingers are crossed for her.
Miss Rose, Tawabish and I compared chemo experiences and talked about how the "treatment" make us feel so much sicker than we were before we began. Next week both Tawabish and I will finish and I commented that we will both run from the hospital. "Yes" she said, "we will run from the cure." How true.
I have attached above a photo of the multivitamins I am taking during my radiation treatment. Radiation works by creating free radicals that damage all cells in the affected area; antioxidants protect cells from free radicals, so there is a limited amount of vitamins I can take (a child's dosage) in order for the radiation to still be effective. I haven't chewed my berry-flavored vitamins in many years. It's just another example of my miraculous rebirth.

Love,
Kip