Hey, it’s over.
Yes, I’m done.
I’ve finally completed my 42 radiation treatments.
I love my radiation oncologist but would rather have lunch with him.
The most stressful part of the ordeal was traveling all the way to Cleveland Clinic in Weston from my home in Palm Beach Gardens.
I guess everything is relative.
60 miles each way is bothersome when you’re doing it, but such a relief when it’s over.
Now I anxiously await my PSA at the end of December.
Hope is eternal.
It’s interesting how one (or, at least, me) doesn’t dwell on cancer, but the radiation results.
My mind is totally at ease that we have been able to catch it in time.
Maybe it’s my optimistic nature.
I can’t wait to get to the end of December!