Runaway Train
Exactly 2 weeks ago, I rang the bell (well, triangle, really) at the Ottawa Hospital's General Campus Cancer Centre to signify the end of my radiation treatment. When I started radiation, I couldn't wait to be done. It was a grind. Even though the treatments were quick and on-time, I felt like a burden asking people to drive me and wait around in their cars because the parking lot was almost always full. I felt very lucky to have had so many volunteer drivers and enjoyed time with 13 different people over the course of the 15 day treatment. I was also lucky that I had minimal side effects while undergoing the treatment and wondered, maybe a little too arrogantly, if I would breeze through without any side effects (more on that later). I was truly elated and relieved when I rang the bell and walked out, but the feeling didn't last. Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one-way track ...