Radiotherapy

Radiotherapy isn't too bad, you can't feel anything except the embarrassement of being half naked and having 2 nurses moving you to line up the tatoos on your chest (the first week it was two 20-something male nurses which I hated "stop being so tense" one said to me! How could I not be tense being half naked with people peering over my breasts!).

Anyway, 3 weeks of radiotherapy was like living in groundhog day. Every day was the same however I did start going to work for a few hours each day which was great. Plus I was lucky to not have had any side effects that come with radiotherapy that include burning and skin breaking. And during this therapy, my hair started to grow which was a welcomed relief!

The last day of radiotherapy was monday 21st Sept and it couldn't have come quick enough. As I drove home I started to cry and by the time I'd gotten to work I was inconsolable so I sat in my car and sobbed. I wasn't sure if it was relief that all of my treatment was over but when I texted a work collegue to come to the car park and bring tissues, I admitted what I was really feeling...

I'd spent so long pretending I was fine, and if I did have tears, I could blame it on the treatment making me ill. But now there was no more treatment, I had no excuse for my tears and I couldn't put on 'Fake katherine' of being bubbly and cheerful when inside I was a mess. I couldn't face getting out of the car and seeing people, I just wanted to go home and sob... so I did.