Hats off to Steve for nabbing the Friends karaoke concession: from 40 songs in English to over 4000 – a definite improvement. A great time was had by all and sundry. Yesterday morning, however, saw me up before six and puking in the shower, of all places, before Tom Parker (unshowered for obvious reasons) and I set off for Motol for the aforementioned blood tests and radiation planning at 7.
Radiation planning involved a lot of signing of paperwork that I didn’t bother to read and a fight between the receptionist and two old men complaining about the $1.90 doctor’s fee. I then got three large, deep purple ‘tattoos’ (the color, not the band) that make me look a bit messianic:
I will have these wild markings until the end of August – they’re what they use to align the zapper during radiation treatments. I spent about five minutes in a 'simulator' to get me used to the process or something and then had a CT scan of the relevant to-be-radiated region.
I have to go back on the 23rd for final adjustments and begin radiation in earnest on the 28th. Treatments will be Mondays and Thursdays for five weeks (ten sessions) at much higher-than-normal doses... but only twice a week, which is a relief, sort of.
Tomorrow I have more blood tests, see my oncologist for a chat and a check-up and my dermatologist for the mole(s) histology and another look-see. I’m jumping on the high-speed Pendolino with Jirka for the ‘Colours [sic] of Ostrava’ music festival in the early afternoon.
Tom Parker left this morning. We had a fantastic, jam-packed (less than a) week and so I’ve been too busy to post anything until today, sorry. A real sport, that Tom Parker, who can finally keep up with me. Here he is helping to reduce my drinking by finishing my beer again: