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And after all of the trepidation that was the last post, the first radiation session was barely a blip on the radar.  Check in, wait, change into gown, go to treatment room, zip zap zop, change back into clothes, go home.  No pain, hopefully some gain, the process wasn’t even long enough for me to finish a letter on my cross stitch.

Talk about anti-climactic.

We know it won’t always be this mild – eventually, there will be side effects.  But for the moment, I’ll gladly take anti-climactic over high drama.