By now, I had radiation therapy down to a routine. Check in, grab parking validation, walk down the hallway to the locker room, change, wait, and then join my team in the radiation room.
On day 3, I noticed they weren’t playing any music. And as soon as I noticed, the music started.
This was no coincidence, my friends. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not at all.
Today was day 3. My favorite number. That I noticed.
Today, I’d discussed how number 25 (the total number of treatments I was to undergo) was a lucky number. Something else I noticed.
Today I noticed the new sign of encouragement at the receptionist’s desk.
Today, I noticed that I missed the music.
And when the music did begin to play, it was my favorite song: Hotel California by the Eagles.
What is more, the song began as soon as the treatment started, and the technicians left the room, and ended exactly when they returned.
So, I took all the good energy, prayers, signs from God, and more and soaked it all in.
And, just like I repeat to myself as the Elekta radiation therapy machine shoots killer radiation beams into my body, I will say the following to any bad energy or bad vibes or cancer cells:
Die motherfluffers, die! Kill, kill, kill! Burn in h$ll. Don’t come back. You are not welcome here and I don’t want you. Stay away from me. Get out. I do not accept you! Die, die, die.
You all may be just as shocked, now, reading those words as I was when these thoughts rolled into my head on my first day of radiation. It was like a storm cloud rolling in to declare that it was going to send the thunder, the rain, and the lightning down with fury. And there was nothing getting in its way. (Cue the Imagine Dragons Thunder Song).
That fury started burning inside me from day #1 and now when I have radiation therapy, my chorus and I send down the same tenacious lyrics to all the cancer cells: die, die, die…
This girl does not Sit Still and Look Pretty (thank you, Daya!). She picks up a sword, wrangles a horse, and gallops into the fight!
So cheers to the mighty force keeping me going, I am beyond grateful and I know you give me the strength I need for the fight.
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Before I go, I know many of you ask me how you can help. I do have some ideas.
- Be my pen pal! If you don’t have my address, let me know.
- If you have the means, you can help support me financially: https://gofund.me/d8dca4c1 (those who have donated have helped me pay for co-pays, gas, medical supplies, prescriptions, food while traveling, etc. and in the future these funds will help pay for lodging for myself and my family while we are staying near my treatment facility post-surgery)
- I have a playlist that I listen to on my way to radiation therapy, please send me song suggestions
- Words of encouragement, jokes, photos of your babies and furbabies…all bring me joy, put a smile on my face and can make me laugh! Please share with me!
- If you live close buy, and want to grab a meal, I’m all about that!
- Socks! So I got some socks in a care package. They are outrageous socks. But I came up with the idea to try and wear a new pair to every treatment. I forgot a pair of socks one time so now I am down to only 2 new pairs to wear. So send me some crazy, outrageous socks! I’ll wear them to therapy! Haha. My team of radiation therapy technicians and I now look forward to them and we laugh together!
- My favorite etsy shop (DogLoveOriginalBrand), run by a family member, has a cancer awareness line. She also contributes to fighting cancer. Please check her out and consider supporting her shop!
