In contrast to the first week, the second week of treatment was relatively uneventful. I had daily radiation therapy Monday-Friday and the effects of the flu seemed to dissipate with each passing day. Still not what I would consider back to 100%, but a heck of a lot better than how I felt last Friday!
I’m writing this blog post on the New Jersey Transit evening train heading home to Bucks County, PA for the first time since I started treatment on Monday, January 18. I normally commute to NYC daily for work, so it is a very familiar ride. But the prospect of seeing my wife and kids, family pets, and sleeping in my own bed is making the trip seem a lot longer – almost like time is standing still. I’ll spend the weekend home and then return to NYC for week three of treatment. It’s a calculated risk coming home and being far from MSKCC, especially in view of what happened last weekend. However, I fear this will be one of the last times I’ll feel up to commuting back-and-forth and I really need a distraction at the moment.
By now, I’ve started to see the same familiar faces in the men’s locker room to change before getting daily radiation. The first few times, there wasn’t a lot of discussion or interaction. Slowly, you strike up conversation that is oddly reminiscent of a prison scene from the movies. “What are you in for?” “How long is your sentence?” Stuff like that.
It’s a strange cast of characters and most of them are much older. Almost everyone I’ve spoken with seems to have some cancer involvement in the lungs that required surgical removal of at least a portion of them in addition to subsequent radiation. Then there are the real strange diseases, like the older guy who had cancer in some tissue left behind from his umbilical cord when he was an infant that spread to both his bladder and lungs. Another guy who has cancer of the eye, with visible impact. They all remark that they are at peace with their fate; ready to go if this is their time but not minding a longer stay on this earth if the opportunity is provided by the treatment. Maybe because I’m the younger one in the crowd, but not me…I’m not at all at peace with the situation and ready to fight like hell.