Each weak I see a radiation oncologist to check on my
situation. Yesterday I saw Dr Sue and
her registrar Dr Sandy. They gave me
medicines to alleviate the symptoms. I
have a alkaline powder to mix with water and drink that offsets radiation’s
acidic affect on my urine. This reduces
the stinging sensation. I have been
given a foam gel to inject into my rectum that reduces inflammation. And I have been given a salve cream mixed with
an anaethetising agent to relieve stinging around my anus. These have made me much more comfortable
today.
The radiation therapists that operate the large treatment
machine are all very kind, friendly and professional. They respect you as a human being and
patient. They are willing to answer
questions.
The chemotherapy is a liquid contained in a bottle. Monday before radiation I go to day therapy
to have the chemo bottle attached through my portacath. Friday I return after radiation to be ‘de-accessed’
– the attachment is removed. Initially,
my chemo appointments were not tied in with the radiation. This was because day therapy was not informed
of the reason for the chemo. Once I let
them know that the chemo supported the radiation treatments, my appointments
were rescheduled.
I forgot that these things take time and usually run late. I am now in the swing of it. With Sydney’s severe wet and windy weather
the last two days, I have been driving to my appointments rather than walking.
Yes, I have felt sorry for myself at times. It is good to have been given medicines that
have made me more comfortable. I see
patients in wheel chairs and on beds receiving radiation and realise I am in a
much better situation. I see young
people needing treatment, which I find the hardest.
And this week I learned that two of my friends at Bezallel
School are having very difficult times.
One is still recovering from serious injuries suffered in a motorbike
accident (commonly used for public transport).
My other friend has significant kidney problems and is bedridden. Here in Australia our medical services would
be providing quality health care but there in Uganda my friend’s illness might
not even be properly diagnosed. This is
yet another reminder of the great inequity that exists in our world. I am very grateful for the quality of
healthcare I receive.
