Thankfully one of the technicians felt badly and cut out holes for my eyes and mouth. To make matters worse, my head was jammed against a plastic plate with a raised ridge to bring my neck to the correct degree and maximize the area to be radiated. When it was all over, I was quite shaken up and in a lot of pain. I knew that if I wasn't alone getting this procedure done, I would have burst into tears seeing a familiar face while heading back to the waiting room. Emergency gall bladder surgery alone in New York back in 1998.
Similar pattern is evident.
Needing comfort yet insisting on doing everything on my own stoically. No, I can do it. On Tuesday, I visited with Dr. L, my pulomonologist. He was quite encouraging towards my overall recovery level and said that I was looking good. The one and only day I go to hospital without makeup at any level, as well as wearing contacts that further emphasize my fallen eyebrows and lashes, and the guy tells me that I look good.