Done with That

Radiation is over. Should be a couple of weeks of recovery, then Big C goes back into the rearview mirror and I resume motoring, looking for Margalo.

Apart from the massive machinery, the process involved a bunch of lovely people. Dot, Stefanie, Matt, Jeff, Kimberly, Leni, the always-cheerful Cecelia. They are receptionists, techies, nurses, who see a steady parade of people with cancer. The Siteman Center puts 200 people a day through the type of radiation I just finished, and those folks I named and dozens of others are the guides. Their jobs are not easy, with long hours, in a lower level with no windows. I sometimes think what I do is important, but not really, not compared to them. Ave.