One week down, two more to go – that is 33% of the treatment completed. By now there is a light redness to the area and you can literally see the line along which they shoot me. But one foot in front of the other, in three weeks time who knows how it’ll look (maybe I’ll draw a picture once we get there).

Apart from the itching everything is okay. It’s funny because a lady was kind enough to suggest I get loads of rest, which was the only thing that helped her. This upcoming week we’ll have a moving evaluation, there is a talk at the uni, I work each day, then writing group and eventually we’ll have to do the groceries. It’s not overwhelming, but I wouldn’t call it restful.

Tomorrow I’ll visit my GP in the afternoon. She needs to refill my prescription, and I’d very much like if she could give my left boob a feel. There are some bumps in there that worry me, and if I could get sent for an ultrasound it would be very good. Frankly, it’s embarrassing to be so worried – so obviously paranoid – but maybe a scan would help ease my mind. Until an ultrasound says, “nope, not cancer” I cannot help worrying that something is lurking.

Tomorrow is another week, and another chunk of radiation. I’m sitting pretty at 33%, and looking forward to knocking off another third. One step at a time. Sooner than later treatment will be over.