Getting microwaved

For the last two nights I've been microwaved, or nuked, or zapped. Or if you want to use the technical term, undergoing radiation therapy. Treatment will continue for the next month or so.

It's a pretty weird experience. After the ray nurses set me up on the funny bed with my arm in the air, draw on me with texta, line my tattoos up, they leave and a big, heavy door shuts behind them. It's suddenly very quiet and lonely. And then some warning bells sound and an invisible beam zaps me. I can't feel it or tell if it is doing anything. The only reason I know it's on is because there's a whirring noise. In truth, it seems a little space age - the machine and the whole laser concept. But hey, if it works, I'm all for it.

There is a really nice touch to the treatment room that makes me smile. There's murals painted on the walls and ceiling. So when you're lying there, all alone, at least there's pretty pictures to look at.

Like all cancer stuff, it isn't fun, but the small touches like the paintings and the kindness of the nurses make it bearable. Plus the fact that Nik has rewarded me with a Freddo Frog for being brave after each zapping isn't to bad either!