I've been at a loss for words in describing the radiation machine. I googled some images and found this that is pretty much like what I see every day.
The machine rotates around so it can zap you from several angles. I get to have the wedgie under my knees, but I also have to have my hands up over my head, holding onto a bar. Oh, and I don't get to wear my shirt, either. ;-)
About this blog
I was diagnosed with breast cancer on June 11, 2010. As a result of my treatment, I have lymphedema in my left arm. I draw my strength from the Lord, as well as my family's Scots-Irish heritage. Our Graham's were a tough and scrappy bunch of fighters on the Scottish/English border. They came to America and continued to fight when necessary: in the American Revolution; the Civil War; and my brother is a Captain in the U.S. Army. My ancestors settled this country against all odds. My great-grandmothers on both sides of the family were pioneer women who settled the West. Along with that heritage, and the full armor of God, I am walking the walk and fighting the good fight.