It seems my brain may officially currently be larger than the cavity it is supposed to nestle inside, which would explain not only the headaches but also earache.  I mentioned this to a nurse today, expecting her to say "oh, pish" or some equivalent, but she only said, "yep.  Goes with the territory."
Back then, onto the steroids which reduce inflammation but make me ravenous.  Lucky it's strawberry season. Lucky for the dogs and sundry other plump animals.
I looked on a screen in the radiotherapy room today and there was a photo of myself!  Apparently there is a risk of random people turning up for a dose of rays, believe it or not, so staff have to double check the person on the bed against the file photo! A nurse said it happens quite often....she reckons anxious people don't listen closely to the called names and just turn up anywhere.
Again, so many people to be grateful for again this week....friends and family who call and text, Phil and Tara Wright, my Mum and Amberley Cancer Society volunteers who are providing transport to and from hospital this week, John, Nana Mary, Nana Pat, Nicky and Ella and Jenni who are moving the girls around.  Mary Rickerby who appeared on the doorstep tonight with garden-fresh flowers and cabbage.....and for so many other treasured friends and family members who have offered their help but I have already got myself sorted, of sorts.  Please accept the heartfelt thanks of all my family for all the love and support we have received.  It has been such a bright spot in an otherwise pretty shabby few weeks.
And on that note, here's a bit of Bic Runga for ya.
"Just wanna know ya,
just wanna talk to ya,
I wanna hear about your day.
I'd never leave ya.
Never be mean to ya.
I'd always let you get your way (frankly, unlikely!!)
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today."

Something Good, by Bic Runga.  (Copied it as it appeared in my music book.  If ya don't know it and wanna hear it, there are a couple of live versions on YouTube.  Stunning voice)