My first radiation appointment took several hours. I received small tattoo dots as a way to line me up consistently day after day under the machine. The doctor and technician took about eight or nine “photos” to verify my placement. I told them, “Too bad my husband died. He would have loved to see those photos.”
Another day I told two technicians, “You’re so lucky. You get to work with ladies who lay on their backs with their arms spralled above their heads and who don’t wear deodorant!” nancymauerman.com