I stepped into the room past a large metal door at least 12 inches thick.  I dropped my purse and coat onto the lone chair sitting in the expanse of space.  To my left were large wood like cabinets filled with masks like the one I made last week.  I stepped further into the large white room to see one "table" right in the middle.  A board really, draped with a white sheet.  I laid down while the nurses and attendants gathered supplies.  I looked above me at my reflection in the machine hanging inches from my face.  A nurse asked if I was ready for the mask.  She began lowering the yellow mesh over my face, I took a deep breath.  Not deep enough, while she snapped the mask into the table.  I started to panic.  It was tight, my face was not in it correctly, it hurt.  I waved my hands above me and she asked if I was alright.  I couldn't speak, I couldn't move.  She unsnapped the mask.  I took a breath.  I didn't realize I had to mentally prepare myself for this.

 Another nurse asked me if I wanted to listen to music to calm myself.  Within a few minutes I heard "Great are you Lord" by All Sons and Daughters.
While everyone was getting me prepped and I was breathing carefully in my mask.  I heard someone sing along with the radio.  I was comforted immediately.

Everyone left the room and I could hear the big door close.  I was alone, stuck to a table.

I laid on the table holding onto handles to keep my arms still, a board at my feet to keep me from moving.  I could only open my right eye to look "around" the room.  The table moved up and over.  Machines circled around me.  Clicking and whirring. The ceiling looks like a dome with wood panels and lights.  I'm singing along to the radio in my head. The only way to describe the feeling is like all the books and stories of alien abduction.   I get to do this 20 times!

Each time I go back it gets easier and faster. The result of the mask cracks me up each time.

It's so tight that I have the imprint.  I refer to it as the "Lizard Lady".  I'm so close to the end.

On Thursday after my radiation, the Doctor wanted to see me.  I went through the blood pressure, pulse and weight.  I am happy to report I lost 2 of the 14 pounds I gained.  The Doctor came running into the room.  Literally Running!  It was getting late in the day but he wanted to see me to see if I was doing alright with radiation. During our conversation, he casually mentioned the PET scan I had last week.  He told me that there were no signs of Lymphoma and that radiation was........Wait......What?  I'm sure he said more but I was stuck on No Lymphoma.  He just kind of skipped over that.  Wasn't that important?  The Chemo worked, I have no Lymphoma cells. Radiation is just to insure that it's totally gone.  I'm still cautious and haven't celebrated in any way at all, but as far as the scan goes.....It's GONE!