There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando.
I lay still, not moving a muscle. Abba quietly played in the background; I instinctively wanted to dance... There was something in the air that night; the stars were bright, Fernando... but I couldn't. Besides Fernando, I could also hear the whirring of the radiation machine running, then the buzzing as I received treatment. I could only lay and listen while I stared at the ceiling, waiting for it to be over.
The treatment doesn't last long, just the length of a few songs. Luckily, there was only one that made me want to get up and dance. There's no pain during treatment - the radiation machine never touches me, the only physical contact is that of the technicians setting me up properly on the table. Once I lay down, they go about checking measurements and lining up my tattoos. In order to do this, with the lights down low, they gently move me from side to side on the table, placing my arm out of the way, pulling me this way and that way.
Once everything's in place, the technicians leave the room, the lights come up and I await the whirring and the buzzing. And a little Fernando.
...Kare
email: karenk{at}eastlink.ca
website: http://www.karenkyte.com
Glad to read that it wasn't an awful experience. Mostly I'm glad that you were able to listen to Abba and not the money money song ;) xoxo KP
ReplyDeletelol KP nooooooo not the money money money song - I'd jump off the table mid-treatment and going running out of the room! :-)
ReplyDeletedo you get to pick the music? 3 down!! love you, smh
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