Light Beams

Mom's almost to the half way mark for radiation. She's so tired of it. Also, the marker they use and the cream she uses stains her shirts. Yuck.
Anyway, I went with her yesterday and got to see the huge machine. I didn't take a picture of the machine (darn it) but I did of the entrance and thick door. Those guys in there look so young! I mean, ew, she's got to bare her breasts and they get to draw on it and then zap it. Oh the joy. I don't know that I'd be comfortable with a girl either, but still...
So, we're looking forward to the day this is all over and all she has is the fading memories.

So when mom went to the support group, apparently she met a woman there who had the same thing and is going through the same treatment at the same stage right now. I met her last night and, for some reason, it felt "good" to see someone else in the same condition as mom. I mean, I guess it's not good that either person had it, but it was good to see that mom is "normal". It kind of seems, at times, like she's the only one going through it. After all, that's all *I* see anyway. But when I saw this lady she was wearing a wig, looked tired, but still had a smile on her face and talked about regular things. I know, this all sounds so silly... I'm just glad mom doesn't look worse than that lady. They look good for what they've had to deal with. Finally, mom can talk to someone about things. Hopefully anyway.