"Battlefield or Wonderland"?

Being that it's been almost 3 months since I've posted, I thought that it might be time. In my last entry, I read where I had just finished chemo. Today I have another declaration to make, "I have just finished 35 days of radiation!" Prior to starting, I was told many different things about radiation, from "you won't be able to tell you've had anything" to "you may end up with something like a bad sunburn." I must say, both of the above were true. If I had to choose one thing that I disliked the most though, it would be having to stay still for ten minutes with your arms holding onto a bar behind your head, while a big silver machine rolls around the room making sounds like someone hosing down the garage floor accompanied by a buzzing noise, and taking potshots at you. I commented to one of the technicians one day that it even seemed like "Big Mac" as I called it, had rolled up under the bed I laid on. They replied with a surprise answer and said, "it does go under there!" I have equated the noises to everyday sounds that I hear other than the ones described. For instance, I was at work one day when my boss used the electric letter opener; radiation. A car drove by in the parking lot of Target that mimicked "Big Mac"; radiation. The rolling of our shop vac; radiation. I wonder if this is just a trick of my mind, reminding me of where I've been, should I start complaining of the "small things" in life. Talking to the nurse yesterday while having my "Herceptin" infusion, I told her that I had just finished up with the second leg of treatment, but it left me with a huge burn under my arm and mastectomy area and that I felt like I had been drug out and beaten. She told me that my body was a "battlefield" right now and I was the lone soldier. I commented to her that I thought there was a song by that name, she replied that I must be thinking about John Mayer's song "Your Body is a Wonderland"! We both belly laughed and I said, "I don't think that title applies here. I can tell you one thing, there is always something to laugh at in this world. When you run out of things, you can always laugh at yourself. God has be so faithful to me. My prayer has repeatedly been that I can be healed from this nightmare. Only God can know the answer to that, but I can say, He has been right by my side...through it all!