Yesterday JD went to hospital to have her mask fitted for the Radiotherapy. I took pictures, much to the amazement of the technicians. Well, I need to be able to explain to my family what is going on right?
Anyway, JD was positioned on a table and then they quickly placed some warm plastic mesh on her face which was then shaped and molded to fit her face. After about 5 minutes, the plastic was hard and taa-daa: a perfect cast of her face.
She was then taken for a CT scan with the mask on. That way, the Oncologist can map exactly the position of the tumour in relation to the mask. (Read more information about this on the website of Cancerbackup.org). He will put all the different scans (MRI, CT, PET) on top of each other to pinpoint the exact location of the tumour and then he marks out on the mask where exactly the radiation beams will need to be aimed during the radiotherapy treatment. Next month JD will go for a trial scan to check the oncologist has measured everything correctly.
The real thing then starts on January 5th.
The appointment itself wasn't anything much. Quite technical. The oncologist answered some more of our questions and JD was pleased to report that the increased dose of steroids seems to be working well and her double vision and headaches have been reduced greatly.
Afterwards JD said that the whole experience left her feeling 'cancery'. I suppose it hits home that this is cancer treatment. She said she has so far not seen herself as a cancer patient at all. Neither have I. I know a brain tumour is brain cancer but somehow it feels like a separate thing. Being surrounded by leaflets and brochures from the (excellent) MacMillan cancer charity makes you realise that in fact, it is a form of cancer.
It is all a bit strange because JD is not really feeling ill at all, especially with the steroids now controlling the swelling of the brain. In fact, the radiotherapy will make her more ill than the tumour ever has so far.