RADS is pretty humiliating at first.

I went this week for my verification appointment. I was laying there in the prone position and the techs were calling out numbers, drawing on me, and then tattooing my body. I was alone, without anyone and I just wanted to cry. However, I could only let one tear fall because I couldn't move to wipe it. It was cold in the room and I started to feel really cold. Finally it was over and I could leave. I was relieved. After I left, I broke down. It was almost like a slap in the face to remind me that I have Cancer. I had recovered from surgery and was doing great then, all of a sudden, this.

I went the next day for treatment and it didn't take near as long. I asked the tech if it was going to get easier and her response was, yes. And it was easier each day. I have the same techs and same machine, everyday.

Two treatments down and twenty-eight to go!

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  • patty101014
    patty101014 Member Posts: 53
    edited May 2016

    Oh, I so understand. I cried so hard during my test run that we had to take a break until I could compose myself. The technicians were so amazingly compassionate. It did get much easier and I ultimately found some of it absolutely fascinating. Especially the set ups with the physicists. Hugs to you, it will get easier.

  • louise1955
    louise1955 Member Posts: 2
    edited May 2016

    I too got very emotional when I went for my planning appointment. I had my two small tatoos done and they hurt like hell!! I hope me yelling the words, Oh shit, didn't offend the techs. Nothing can prepare you for that. I do know I will never get a tatoo willingly!! I had maping tape placed around my breast and then had to go across the street to the hospital for a CT. Had to sit for over 2 hours due to an emergency and they were running behind. That was not pleasant. I wanted to run screaming to my car and sit and cry. Even my actual surgery did not make me this emotional. I think it has to do with the fact that for five days a week for the next 6-7 weeks, cancer is in charge yet again. And will be for five more years while I take the dreaded Tamoxifen. I can talk to family, friends and co-workers about all of this, but no one really gets it. They mean well, but they just don't get it I need to come to this site more often for support from others who KNOW what I am going through. Thanks for sharing your stories that are so much like my own. Best wishes to you all!

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