So this is the machine that's literally killing my cancer with a laser. I lie on my back and my head goes into that clamp thing. Then they put a mask on me, just like in the video below, and give me a thing to put under my knees. I asked them to just strap my arms to me since there's no place to actually put them. The mask holds my head in place quite firmly. They play the music that I selected and I just lie there and enjoy the music. The little things like arms on the side are the CT-scanners that line up the marks on the mask so that the precision is enforced. The big circular thing near the ceiling (facing down) is the one with the power of gamma rays. It zaps, but it's much quieter than the MRI. The four blasts come from different angles, and the table I'm on and the giant machine both move to adjust. The whole thing lasts about 45 minutes, just long enough to make it so that I'm a little light headed when I sit up after the treatment. Then, I go eat a little yogurt to calm the weirdness in my belly, for which the doc gave me some nausea medicine to take about an hour before the treatments, and it works great.
One more, then some scans to see if it took. Here's hoping it works! ;)
For Sheryl's comment (below) about it looking like a robot from sci-fi movies, I believe we have here the great grandson/daughter of Robbie the Robot.
It's me, Kevin, but with a brain tumor. Disclaimer: I have a very dry and twisted sense of humor. This is a scary situation. The jokes ("tumor humor") could be a little dark from time to time. I intend to keep this rather interesting for you, but if I get a "how could you SAY that?!?" response from you, know it's just, well, I hesitate to use "gallows" humor, but I don't have better phrase for it. Enjoy, and thanks for your support through this time.