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| Before Radiation |
Early this morning I arrived in Dallas to have my first brain radiation treatment. I was told when I met with the oncologist radiologist this would be a one and done procedure. Earlier this week his nurse called me and said I might need two treatments. To my surprise this morning, after getting the MRI, I was informed I would need 5 treatments. The tumor is 2mm from the optic nerve and we don’t want to risk damaging my vision. It seems like the tumor must have grown since the last MRI a few weeks ago as it wasn’t near the optic nerve then.
I’ve never had a problem with getting an MRI until today. I haven’t had that many but when they put the mask frame over my face and slid me in I panicked. I was having trouble breathing and pushed the call button multiple times. The guys came in and I was crying. I asked if they could please find my husband. I wanted Collin to be there. The tech offered a mirror on the mask shield so I could see out when I was in the MRI machine. That helped a whole lot. Collin came back and assured me that I’d be okay. I only needed one with contrast so it was 15 minutes.
Then I went to get the worst mask of my life made. It was a warm plastic thing that they molded tightly to my face. The ends have bolts that they bolt to the table I lay on. I cannot move my face at all. Blinking is a struggle as the mask covers my eyes some. I cannot talk because my chin is securely in there and it’s covering part of my lips. I’m laying on a hard board. It was rough getting fitted for it.
Then I met briefly with my doctor who said I’d need 5 radiation treatments and they’d be around 20 minutes each. That ended up not being true. We went to eat breakfast with my dad and two friends who came to support us during this treatment. Meanwhile my doctor met with the neurosurgeon to go over my treatment plan. I barely finished eating breakfast when they called me back to begin. The nurse told me that the treatments would be 35 minutes long, not 20 minutes.
Shortly after laying down on the table the nurse started tightening the mask to my face. All of the sudden I couldn’t breathe, my heart was racing, I could only grunt. I told her through grunts to get me out of there. She did and I sat up in tears. I got my shoes and ran crying to the room where Collin and my dad were sitting. I told them I didn’t think I could do it. I don’t like things on my face, covid masks used to really bother me and they were loose and airy. This mask reminded me of some of the things I witnessed in torture museums in Germany. The nurse came in and said let’s wait 20 minutes and try again to give the medicine time to fully absorb.
20 minutes later I was back on the table. I was deeply breathing in and out through my nose praying I could make it through this. They did a CT scan then the gamma knife machine opened up and I went inside. I was able to listen to music and asked to listen to Christian music. It was tough, I have never been claustrophobic until being in my 40s. I was super uncomfortable to say the least. My husband sent a message requesting people to pray for me. My head hurt against the back of the table. My face hurt from the mask pressed firmly on it. In fact, afterwards I had a Chick-fil-A fry face, aka Jesus fry face. It was really one of the worst experiences of my life. I will be so grateful when this is all over.
I appreciate the prayers and am happy to be done with the first treatment. The prayers really helped. I counted the songs as they played to try and track when I could be released. I’m grateful that Collin brought me, Dad came, Randall, and Tarron came as well.
Isaiah 41:10 states, "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand".
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| Before my panic attack - this is the Gamma Knife Machine |
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| MRI Machine |
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The Awful Gamma Knife Mask - it goes on extremely tight for treatment
 | Chick-fil-A French Fry Face after treatment
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My tumor that has grown close to the optic nerve...grrr. I hope this tumor dies!
 | The room where I had a runaway bride/runaway patient experience
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Heading to treatment
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| Markings of a hopefully successful treatment |