It’s been almost three months. Since the beginning of July, the the radiation wound has felt like a nasty chihuahua bit me on the back and has just been just hanging there, chewing.
There will be some graphic photos here, so if you tend to barf at the sight of a dirty band-aid, you might want to turn back now.
Here’s the radiation wound as it first bloomed around the beginning of July. And yes, it felt like it looks. Burny, itchy, painful. Radiation wounds are are weird and dynamic things. They evolve gradually, even after the radiation is treatments are finished. Right now it’s just red; there’s not much skinless landscape. But wait…
Around the time this photo was taken, my radiation oncologist gave me a box of Vigilon, a specialized dressing that uses hydrogel technology to keep a wound moist and promote healing. It’s like a thin sheet of mucus. My loving and dedicated nurse, also known as my husband, figured out a way to secure it to the flaming hole so that the healing snot covered it, 24/7. Like throwing a wet blanket on a bed of glowing coals.
Time to frolic.
“But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its rays. And you will go out and frolic like well-fed calves.” Malachi 4:2