Hi,
I think this is a really interesting thread and just reading it I feel tearful. I am with you and Roadrunner in my experiences.
I had my rads at Clatterbridge, on the whole a lovely hospital with lovely reception staff.
However, once you were called through i sat outside the room while I could hear the machine working on somebody else, this could be anybody receiving treatment for all different kinds of things, and there seemed to be a lot of male patients on my machine. Then we would pass by each other and i would go in for my rads. There was a chair in the corner, no curtain, no gown. I was told to strip to the waist and given a small piece of paper to hold over myself. I had had a mastectomy and was wearing a wig, I felt vulnerable and humiliated every time I went in. There was no door on the room it was open to the main corridor via a 20 metre curved corridor, if that makes sense. It was quite possible for somebody to just walk down that corridor and into the treatment room. The staff were behind a counter next to this corridor and faced onto the main corridor.
There was a mix of female and male staff, mostly female. I felt the most objectified I have ever felt, my arm and shoulder was sore in the position they put me in and I thought the staff could be a little rough sometimes. I have hyper sensitive skin over my scar and the feel of the paper used to drive me to distraction, in the end I just didnt bother with it, even though I felt more vulnerable. Sometimes i couldnt believe that I had ended up in this place, the fear of just myself and my husband seeing my body to one where 3 or 4 strange people would see it in a day. If anything I found the male staff much more understanding and sensitive.
The most awful thing for me though was when I found out that there were cameras in the treatment room, when the staff went out the room they would look at you on camera to make sure you were okay, obviously this makes sense as they cant stay in the room. However, I found this out when i was standing at the desk outside the treatment room and actually saw the treatment bed via the camera! Every time after that I would be wondering who would be looking at me on the camera.
On the whole I just thought they were too busy and too unaware of the kinds of emotions and feelings going through the heads of people who have had surgery for breast cancer. I did tell one of them once and she said if I thought I felt bad I should think of women who had rads for cancer “down there” as she put it. It didnt make me feel any better only worse for the other patients!
This thread and just thinking of my experiences has made me decide to put pen to paper straight away and let the hospital have my thoughts on their procedures and the terrible design of their treatment rooms!
Best regards and to anyone planning to have rads I hope my experiences havent put you off, plenty of other women had much more positive experiences, even at the same hospital. Maybe I was unlucky.
Polly x