My Daily Dose of Radiation
I’d need 33 doses of radiation therapy after my diagnosis of DCIS in 2003 and resulting partial mastectomy.
The night before my treatment I listened to the audio CD I had been given: A Meditation to Help you through Radiation. I fell asleep while listening to it; perhaps the messages got through subliminally I wondered when I awoke. But I was still afraid of the unknown.
As I was settling in on the table the very first day I could not help but wonder why something that was so dangerous everyone else had to be on the other side of the wall was deemed safe enough for me that I could lie there with half my body exposed.
On my chest I wore semi-permanent tattoos created with a purple Sharpie. The technicians laid me down on the table and lined me up just so … just so that the radiation was purposely aimed and precisely administered at my chest.
As I laid as still as I could I remembered the advice of a woman I’d met in a bible study I attended: at moments when you have the greatest fear, close your eyes, and visualize the face of Jesus. That’s just what I did. And, I said the The Lord’s Prayer to myself over and over again until two minutes had passed and the ladies walked back in the room.
“I can get dressed now?” I asked as they went about their business.
“Yes,” they answered, smiles on their faces. Amazing. I hadn’t felt a thing, no pain, no nothing. This I could handle, I thought. This I could handle.



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