So, Pete I went to the next appointment at a different facility. This doctor was also male, but completely appropriate and professional. Surprise- he didn’t think an exam was necessary for the consultation. I feel at ease with him and the staff there. He reviewed my info and we discussed pros and cons. I decided to go ahead with the radiation. Doing so will decrease my chances of the DCIS coming back by a significant enough amount to justify it.

My next visit a few days later was the “mapping” session. I talked briefly to the doctor again. He asked me if I was on birth control, and I told him my gyno took me off the pill. He said I would want to make sure to use b/c during and after the radiation, because I don’t want… and here he struggled with what term he wanted to use. I said “a mutant baby?”. He laughed, and said that wasn’t exactly the term he was going to say, but essentially, yes, because I didn’t want a mutant baby. So that joke killed. Even facing radiation, Schecky still comes out. He kept referring to the mapping procedure as “The Simulation”. Was I training to be an astronaut, or preparing to get my boob blasted?

Two nice, young, female techs helped me with The Simulation. I did have to get on a gown and expose Pancho and Lefty, of course, but everyone acted like they were supposed to. They covered me up when they could. I laid on this table

with my arms above my head, which gave me a flashback for some reason of the Bo Derek poster

that along with the Farrah Fawcett poster was practically issued to all males between 13-25 in 1979. Not that I look like that, mind you. Bo is blonde. 😉

The table moved into the ring, and I could see a reflection of my face in the black plastic above my face. There’s nothing else to look at when you’re in that thing. I am now convinced all face photos should be taken whilst lying down and slightly distorted by reflecting on convex black plastic.

They started the scan, and a sound very similar to the helix on the Space Mountain ride at Disney World started “whoopwhoopwhoop” while a little red light sped around the ring. Ground control to Major Boob…

Thirty seconds later that part was done. One of the techs took a photo with a digital camera. Without the benefit of black convex plastic, I might add. I warned her not to put my image on Instagram, those were a fairly nice matched set until recently and we wouldn’t want anyone to get jealous. That joke killed, too. Schecky is back for real.

They then had to put four tattoo dots on me for the radiation machine to “read”. No biggie, once again, I’m no stranger to tattoos and maybe later I’ll get a tattoo to connect the dots like a constellation or perhaps incorporate them into an astronaut image.

Then I was done. The whole process took 15 minutes. Now I wait for them to call me with a launch date, I mean, a radiation plan.

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