Radiation Beds

Radiation called and we were supposed to be in the basement by 2pm. Our nurse looked terrified as she tried and repeatedly failed to hookup the portal vitals machine (not sure of the technical term). I finally told her that the base unit must have failed as it was impossible for that many portable machines to be broken -- oh the value of common sense. We got Mom on the portable ventilator which basically sounds like a "fart" cushion. They took Mom into a new radiation room. It was much smaller that the one she had been using and it was nothing like I told her it would be. It took them forever to get her on the bed and then they discovered that the machine could not handle the setting that Mom needed. I just about lost it! Luckily I had told Dad and Elizabeth to wait for us upstairs since the radiation waiting room was full -- Dad just might have punched someone.

So they get her off the table then moved her to the original table. The one I had told her about ... big room with stain glass window-type lights ... plenty of room so that she would not be claustrophobic. I complained rather forcefully and the team assured me that Mom would be scheduled for the large room for the rest of her treatments. This was number 4 and there are 6 more to go.