Four weeks after my cancer surgery, I reported to the office of
radiotherapy. I soon learned this apparatus had nothing to do with
listening to the radio. Inside it felt like darkness of hell.
The technicians built a plastic mask to support my head in a specific place on the beam, The beam moved my body inside the radiation chamber.
The mask was a plastic sheet 3/8th inch thick with square holes half an inch wide. The border was 3/8th inch wide between the holes.
This meant I could see the light when the beam was outside the radiation chamber. I could not see anything inside the chamber.
They put my favorite CD on a music player to calm my nerves. I also had a blanket to keep me warm inside the chamber.
Those aides made me feel secure.
When the technicians moved the beam into the chamber, everything was black. I could see red and yellow lights blinking. The beam went in and out of the chamber. Sometimes it went sideways. This made me nauseated. The yellow plastic mask went over my head. They clamped it on to the beam I was laying on.
I had two situations with this procedure:
Two technicians observed the procedure outside the radiation room. An eighteen-inch thick lead door opened to let the technicians into the radiotherapy chamber. The door was so huge it moved very slowly. Before they could enter the room, the gun that discharged the radioactive into my head turned off. Let's just say, I felt concerned.
My other fear concerned an itch on my nose. I could not scratch it.
I did not vomit but my nose did itch. All I could do was scream inside my mind. Eventually the itch disappeared and then returned.
The first day I panicked. I asked the technicians to let me kiss my wife before I died inside that contraption. The boss called my wife and I had to kiss her. They asked if I wanted to suspend the treatment. "No," I replied, "I will do it".
They gave me a tranquilizer 15 minutes before starting the treatment. I do not think it helped.
I soon learned when the machine made a special sound it finished the treatment. This meant that the beam with me on top would come rolling out of that inferno.
The technicians released the mask and helped me to my feet. I lost my sense of direction and wobbled like a drunkard in every direction.
They held me upright until my wife arrived to help me walk to our auto.
The technicians built a plastic mask to support my head in a specific place on the beam, The beam moved my body inside the radiation chamber.
The mask was a plastic sheet 3/8th inch thick with square holes half an inch wide. The border was 3/8th inch wide between the holes.
This meant I could see the light when the beam was outside the radiation chamber. I could not see anything inside the chamber.
They put my favorite CD on a music player to calm my nerves. I also had a blanket to keep me warm inside the chamber.
Those aides made me feel secure.
When the technicians moved the beam into the chamber, everything was black. I could see red and yellow lights blinking. The beam went in and out of the chamber. Sometimes it went sideways. This made me nauseated. The yellow plastic mask went over my head. They clamped it on to the beam I was laying on.
I had two situations with this procedure:
- The mask put too much pressure on my face. I could not breathe through my nose. The pressure of the mask against my face caused great anxiety.
- I had much difficulty breathing through my mouth. The mask pushed my neck against the beam. Then saliva accumulated in my throat. Eventually I learned to swallow the saliva so I could breathe.
Two technicians observed the procedure outside the radiation room. An eighteen-inch thick lead door opened to let the technicians into the radiotherapy chamber. The door was so huge it moved very slowly. Before they could enter the room, the gun that discharged the radioactive into my head turned off. Let's just say, I felt concerned.
My other fear concerned an itch on my nose. I could not scratch it.
I did not vomit but my nose did itch. All I could do was scream inside my mind. Eventually the itch disappeared and then returned.
The first day I panicked. I asked the technicians to let me kiss my wife before I died inside that contraption. The boss called my wife and I had to kiss her. They asked if I wanted to suspend the treatment. "No," I replied, "I will do it".
They gave me a tranquilizer 15 minutes before starting the treatment. I do not think it helped.
I soon learned when the machine made a special sound it finished the treatment. This meant that the beam with me on top would come rolling out of that inferno.
The technicians released the mask and helped me to my feet. I lost my sense of direction and wobbled like a drunkard in every direction.
They held me upright until my wife arrived to help me walk to our auto.
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