Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Someone suggested by email that the machine be the Wizard of Oz, that I am Dorothy (who wants to go home), and the technicians Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Lion. NotherFrog gets to be the yappy little dog Toto. I shared this image with technician Barbara, who wanted to be Toto. When she wrapped me in a heated blanket today--the room has a constant cold breeze in it to keep the machine cool--she said, "There you go, Dorothy."

Nice try, but I'm not sure I'm a Dorothy--the shoes aren't sensible enough and they sparkle too much.

I saw the Dr. today, too. She said things can't be bad after only two treatments. One look and she said, "Oh, you're going to be one of those...," which means I have a body that doesn't respond well to radiation. Oh well. The techs are nice, the drive is an easy one (just 18 miles--mostly highway), and I have music. NotherFrog got me an IPOD nano to listen to appropriate tunes during treatment. Today was the Dixie Chicks' new single, "Not ready to make nice." Clearly, I'm not Dorothy. I started with "Come Holy Spirit, Come" by Anonymous 4 off their incredible American Angels CD. It's hauntingly beautiful but it was too slow and sad and I have trouble enough trying not to cry.

We'll happily receive tunes (legally acquired, of course) from you for treatment .