radiation is going well.... no problems yet... I am tired, nauseated with pain in every friggin' muscle and joint. But My skin looks good and today is good. So sally forth on with the treatments!

Did I ever express my dislike for the fraudulent process of health insurance. I think so but let me express my frustration and disappointment in the health care. I am ashamed to be apart of health care. The billing and insurance methods are made confusing for a purpose. So health systems and insurance companies can make money. After spending hours and hours on the telephone with multiple different people only one person guided me with honesty. That was "A" the billing person in my oncologists office.The person who referred me to her told me there were certain things she could not discuss but "A" would be able to help.
I understand everyone is doing the job they are paid for but who is there for the consumer?

All is well in the neighborhood. Leave work, walk across parking lot to the cancer center, scan my blue identification card at the desk, proceed to dressing room, undress, place on one gown front,one gown back, take seat in waiting area, proceed to different waiting area when my name is called, take a seat until my name is called again, when name is called I enter a large room with a door about a foot thick, take supine position on table, take my clothes off to expose chest, right arm above head, left arm above head with left hand into right hand, tech pulls sheets to move me so the lasers line up with the tattoos, techs leave the room closing the thick door on the way out, machine moves and ticking sounds proceed, i shallow breath trying my hardest not to move a millimeter, ticking stops, machine moves around to the other side, ticking again, ticking stops, a voice tells me I can bring my arms down but not to sit up, techs return, the table lowers, the techs help this old lady sit up, i proceed back to the changing room, put my uniform back on, walk back to the ER, high five to a friend, one down.

oh and it really doesn't seem real...me have breast cancer.. NO way. it must be wrong.

ok..where did those 4 weeks go....Last week I saw the gorgeous Dr Shroud and he planned my life for the next 6 weeks. I took my clothes off and got tattooed with three miniscule blue dots. The laser will line the dots up so I am in the correct position. The back of my head, neck and shoulders were molded. So on wednesday I go for a trial... go into the room, take position on the table and *ZAP* get a chest xray....then on thursday I start radiation therapy. Radiation therapy increases my survival rate by 10%.