A team of radiologists directed me to the platform and swiftly aligned the markings on my body to the beams emitted from the machine. Everything in place, they scooted out of the room.

Alone, I lay on the cold platform, or maybe it’s just me being nervous. I watched the machine rotate noisily to my sides. I begin to feel uneasy.

Is there going to be a beam of light shooting out like the light sabre? I’m not sure.

To say I’m not scared at that point would be lying. I was scared, I was nervous. And I closed my eyes, no I didn’t sleep, I prayed.

Whenever the machine finishs a dose of the radiation, it lets out a a sigh, or at least that what it sounded like to me. A sigh of relief.

Still got many more sighs to go, but the saving grace is that it’s a quick and painless process. Tho the daily routine makes it tedious, but I can deal with this after I’ve been through phase 1. How I wish the side effect of radiotherapy is the fats around your tummy gets melted away.

Did you say fat hope?!