A Fun Morning at the Hospital
Managed to sleep, woke early to more and more rain, strummed Lizbeth and drank a cup of coffee, then off to find out about my future. Will I live?
Lovely woman runs me through registration, we talk restaurants and the "old neighborhood." I get my vitals done (it takes a couple of tries to get my heartbeat....)
And then it's the oncologist. He runs me through the diagnosis (which I know about already) (but what I want to know is whether it has spread to my bones or lymph nodes.)
Turns out: no! It's very localized, and not only can they treat it, they can essentially "cure" it. Sigh of relief.
Doc asks, "so, what do you think radiation therapy is like?"
Me: "Um, do you line up some people with radioactive guns and shoot particle beams at my crotch?"
Doc smiles. "Um, no, actually, it's like getting an x-ray: we put you in a machine and it carefully aims the radiation at your prostate. It takes about 30 seconds."
"Well, you have to come in 44 times, but yeah, that's it."
"Is this a cool looking machine?"
"Oh, it's very cool; it cost $2 million. Want to see it?"
And it's a very cool machine.....