This is Masky. Masky currently lives on a light in our living room as there's nowhere obvious for them to live right now. I'm also trying to think of a good purpose for Masky so that it's not just another 'thing'.
Masky and I met at the start of my second phase of treatment when a piece of plastic was placed over my swollen face and moulded to the shape of my swollen face. Mid-way through the treatment we had to adjust things a bit when the swelling disappeared (it took six weeks) which was fine, it just required my head to be bumped up a bit to keep everything really still.
Masky and I laid on that Radiotherapy bench every day, clamped in place knowing the treatment was quick - which it always was at around ten minutes.
"Does it hurt?" - I felt no pain.
"Can you tell when it's there?" - I kept my eyes open so saw when the Radiotherapy zapper was targeting my forehead area
"Have you lost any hair?" - yes - just in the area the zapper got me and from the back of my head where the exit beam would have been.
"Was it claustrophobic?" - I didn't find it that way, though I have spoken to people who do. The Radiographers were all brilliant when it came to chat and reassurances - I miss them all.
Anyway, here's Masky.
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