Today was radiation prep and planning day. After a session with two Fellows who went over the possible adverse outcomes of proton therapy, Orion signed the consent forms and off we went to the mask fabricator. He has a mask molded to his head made of a mesh polymer that is activated by submersing it in a bath of 170 degree water, a mikvah if you will.
Then something extraordinary took place. He was brought into a CT scan room by two beautiful young women who stripped him down and lay him on the moving platform of the CT scanner, which glowed with green and red alignment lasers. The room was darkened and hushed and just as I was ushered out the platform started its slow path into the scanner doughnut for his alignment. He was tattooed on the sides of head above his ears and down his spine and along his sides. He asked for equations but the dots are just that, tiny pinpricks so that he can be placed for thirty reproducible sessions of precision blasting.
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