Fift chemotherapy and Internal radiation

Today thursday, the 17th of September I was scheduled to stay at the hospital until tomorrow for a thorough examination under anesthesia, internal radiation and chemotherapy.

I woke up early to eat breakfast and take a shower. The taxi picked me up at 10:30 AM. Upon arrival and registration at oncological ward I was given the best room ? with own toilet and bath, a big flat screen TV, armchair and footstool, own balcony etc. It feels luxuriously compared to what I used to get.
A young man nurse came right after to check my blood pressure and temperature. He asked if I would prefer a lady nurse to take my ECG but I said it doesn’t matter if he does…he is cute and I am now get used to be examined by man doctors and nurses and besides he is I guess even younger than my son. 

Later on 2 lady nurses came to take blood tests. As usual, they always have difficulty to find a blood vein but succeeded after 3 attempts. A doctor also came to talk to me and prepare me for what will happen tomorrow. 
At around 1:30 PM came our lunch at last! I’m starving! It was lasagne and apple pie. I was satisfied.
I went to my usual radiation therapy before 4:00 PM and back to my room again right before 5:00 PM. 
My dinner was served at 5:45 PM, creamy smoked pork in small pieces with sallad. It was ok. 
The next morning I woke up around 6 am and took enema, wash myself and prepared me for the brackytherapy. A nurse came and took a blood test and prepared me for the therapy by putting a needle on my arm so the nurses at the bracky could give me necessary medication under the therapy. At 8 2 nurses came to pick me up and drove me with my rolling bed to the ground floor where the therapy would take place. 
At the therapy ward I was given a lot of medication and the anesthetic doctor gave me an injection in my back that made me paralyzed from my bellow down to my feet, then I wan given an internal radiation in about 11 minutes. I was finally finished at 9:30 and moved to the awakening room monitored by some nurses. I couldn’t feel anything from my belly down, I couldn’t feel my feet. I was also given a catheter, I felt so uncomfortable. I finally out of the anesthesia around 4 PM and moved back to the oncological ward to rest. I ate my dinner around 5 PM and was fetch by the taxi driver from my room. I was home around 9 PM and was very tired.    

Internal radiation (brachytherapy) involves placement of radioactive material inside the tumor itself to destroy cancer cells.

Published by queenkeandra

I am a swedish citizen with asian origin, lives in Sweden, entrepreneur, accountant, fashion designer, dressmaker, professional interpreter and translator and from year 2014, I also became a local politician with some assignments from the local government. I moved to Sweden after marriage with a Swedish national in 1986. Two years later we got a son followed by a daughter after 21 months. Satisfied with life in fact, I guess I got all I wished for, it feels I have everything. Being married is not just a bed of roses, the roses have thorns also and you can get it at times but we’ve always been doing pretty good. Kinder and better husband I do not think I can get, everyone has their flaws and life becomes easier if you can accept them. I’m not a perfect person either. I became a grandmother quite young, only 45 years old, was a little skeptical at first but then I loved to be one. Now I am already a grandmother of two, a boy and a girl of 20 months between them, such a great feeling, it feels like it was a replay of my life. When I have both of them at home, it feels like I was young again and is the mother of small children. I can not explain but so damn good it is. When I moved to Sweden I knew nothing about the country, but now it feels like I’ve always lived here. I speak Swedish better than my native language, better in Swedish grammar than my husband, it may sound strange but it’s true. I dream even in Swedish. I hang out with many Swedes, have worked and still working in Swedish companies. I go to the Swedish church though I am a Roman Catholic. We believe in the same God anyway. I’ve adapted pretty well in Swedish society. I think I have to adjust to that country I moved to, not the country or its citizens to adapt to me. Sweden has no responsibility whatsoever that I wanted to move here so I could not demand anything else, but now a citizen, I think I have the right as any other native Swedes. I pay taxes and do my duties as a citizen. I think I am a good role model and a loyal citizen and can fight for my new country.

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