|While there, I see that the Phil Poster is new and improved, complete with color photos as examples.|
Before she left the room, the technician explained that they would be taking some films. Then the Doctor would be called in to view everything. Once they were confident that all was exact, they would come back into the room. So there I was, laying on this table, arms overhead. I was doing pretty good mentally, but wondering if they could see or hear me should I freak out or something, which I didn't expect to do. But you never know. :-) The piece of equipment which was overhead all the time they were getting everything aligned came to life. Occasionally it made a noise to tell me it was scanning. There was also a sound from the left side of the room coming from something I could not see. All the while I'm reciting The Owl and the Pussycat, or as much of it as I could remember from Fourth Grade, or whenever that was we memorized the Edward Lear poem. And a few prayers too! So this gadget moves around a bit from time to time and I wonder if I should close my eyes when it sounds like it is doing the X-ray, or not. Eventually it moves off to the left of my body. Then, surprising to me, this other piece of equipment moves in from the right and gets up close and personal. Again.... I wonder, can the technicians see me from the other room? Does this new piece of equipment know that my elbows are sticking out and to avoid me? I'm sure it is all so precisely calibrated to do everything exact, but come on... it would have been nice to have a more complete review of what was to happen before now to take all this fear away. Again, I survive!
The female technician returns to the room to tell me that they are almost done. The last thing she will do is draw some lines on my body. I ask her why that is being done. She states that this is to document the area to be radiated, which they will take a photograph of for their records. Ah, now I understand.
So I leave there with what looks like the state of Maryland. So this is the third time that I leave an appointment with a drawing all over my chest in a dark blue pen, and the drawing extends up above the edge of my shirt so that it is obvious when I am running errands on the way home. Oh well, I'm getting very used to this. Maybe I need a real tattoo that looks like something other than squiggles just above my neckline.
Well.... I survived. I'm still here to tell you all about it and get ready for that first real appointment on Monday. I guess I am ready for the next step.
Debbie... aka the cancer warrior ... AND SURVIVOR!!!
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