Well, I am now five sessions into the radiotherapy out of the twenty planned so twenty five percent completed. I am sitting here waiting for the enema to work which has now become part of the daily ritual. That and getting my bladder in perfect condition weigh heavily every morning before I dash down the motorway to Velindre for my treatment.
The treatment itself remains painless but it is a little
wearing having to go down to Cardiff five times a week. I should be glad that
it is only a twenty minute or so drive I suppose.
The side effects of the treatment are manageable. It is a
little more difficult to urinate especially when I get up in the night. I also
think I am a little more fatigued. This may be due to the extra timber I am
carrying as a result of the hormone treatment as well as any effect from the
radiotherapy. I do walk for an hour or so early in the morning and lately it
has felt like I am carrying a sack of coal on my back. My forty press-ups have
become much more challenging but I am still able to complete them in one go so
things cannot be that bad. I long to be able to go for a swim but that is not
likely for the foreseeable future because of this wretched pandemic.
This does make it all feel miserable but it is not that bad
really. The next three weeks will be over soon enough.
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