That's the day -- all day.
They will drill 4 little holes in my head, they will screw my head into a frame, they will send me for a CT, they will do some calculations, and then they will zap each of the two tumors in my head, for about half an hour each.
I will be there from 7 in the morning (just getting up that early is torture!) until some time in the evening.
One day. One hour.
One day in the hospital. One hour of radiation.
No big deal, right?
So, why do I just want to curl up under my covers and cry?
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
The Day the European Union Died
5 hours ago