My Radiation Machine
I lie face down on the table, which then rises up. Radiation technologists adjust my position with the laser and rulers on the wall and floor, based on the three tattoos on my lower back. Then they leave the room and close the big thick door behind them.
The linear accelerator pivots to one side, blasts me twice with radiation, pivots to the other side, blasts me twice again, then returns to the topmost position and blasts me again.
I hear a buzzing noise each time, but don't feel anything. I don't get to look at the pictures on the ceiling -- just the surface of the table in front of my face. The whole process takes about five minutes. It happens every weekday, and will from mid-April to late May 2007.
My Radiation Machine
I lie face down on the table, which then rises up. Radiation technologists adjust my position with the laser and rulers on the wall and floor, based on the three tattoos on my lower back. Then they leave the room and close the big thick door behind them.
The linear accelerator pivots to one side, blasts me twice with radiation, pivots to the other side, blasts me twice again, then returns to the topmost position and blasts me again.
I hear a buzzing noise each time, but don't feel anything. I don't get to look at the pictures on the ceiling -- just the surface of the table in front of my face. The whole process takes about five minutes. It happens every weekday, and will from mid-April to late May 2007.