Often when I was lying there on the table, arms high above my head, under a $4million machine, I'd wait for the red light to come on and the machine would make a noise and then move through its' sequence of positions.
Occasionally, you'd lie there waiting, waiting, waiting and nothing! These are the times, I thought they'd gone on their break, "they're in the tearoom having their coffees and a chat". Then it would finally start the sequence and halfway through the radiologists would come and check my position accordiing to my tattoos and the machine and congratulate themselves about their coordinates 'beautiful' 'perfect' 'looks good' - no they werent talking about me ha, ha. That's when I'd ask them how their coffee break was......"we wish" they'd say laughing and off they'd go back to the control room. At least they hadn't forgotten me, something about rebooting the computer - good on you.
I'd give it to them - hey they must see some sad things in their working day. Or is radiotherapy at least a hopeful stage. Maybe it's not done to those who have hopeless situations.
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