How quickly time flies. And how quickly chapter two is being written...' radiotherapy and chemo' The Peter mac clinic is so familiar now with so many faces easily remembered. I take a small cushion in with me to kneel on when I get on the 'bed' of the rt machine. It helps my poor old bony knees.
Each day Monday to Friday
Smiling staff
The crumpled appointment forms
My bag with books and sketching materials
The waiting rooms...murmurs and low conservations, the hypnotic drone of sports commentary from the television
Well thumbed who and women's weekly magazine in haphazard piles
The walk down a narrow corridor to radiotherapy
Th e antiseptic smell and crackle of paper as my face falls onto the head piece of the rt bed
Cool hands hover and push,pull my back into position
The strange science fiction noises of the machine
The strangely comfortable position that I so inelegantly rise from, clutching chemo bottle and pulling at clothing
the walk out into fresh air and sunshine.....
