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Today was a day of firsts.

My first MRI and my very first radiation treatment.

The MRI was pretty cool. I thought I might panic from being confined to a tube and told not to move for an hour, but it was actually very relaxing. It was almost like being on some meditation retreat. Except for when the big loud noises started, and then it reminded me of the rave days of yore. The noises eventually gained a pretty good beat to them, with a rhythm in the background, and there were neon green lights right above me. It took all my strength not to break out of my constraints, switch into some furry pants, and start dancing. Ugh. No way. Even when I did go to raves, I still would never have worn furry pants. I wore an oversized bead necklace once, and tore it off, rambling to Lisa how they "just weren't me".

And now for my first radiation session. What a let down! I was expecting big laser guns that made sounds like 'Pow!' 'Wham'! and 'Take that you bastard!'. But there was none of that. I had to lay down flat on my tummy (which was pretty tough to do, considering my war wounds from my ovary transposition are still fresh), then my ass was bared to the world. Ok, not the world, but my radiation therapists - Barbara and Matthew. I know they've seen a thousand bare bums before, but I can't help but think they're laughing at mine. I made sure to buy a whole slew of new colourful undies so I can impress them everyday with my stylin' undergarments.
The zapping itself doesn't take a long time, but it takes them about 15 or 20 minutes just to lign my tattoos up with the lasers. And then the thing I'm lying on gets lifted up in the air, the therapsits leave the room, and they start shooting.

That's it. One down, 27 more to go!!!

posted by Stephanie @ 5:11 p.m.