That tiny child that is in us all sometimes needs attention and we don't realise. We wonder about that somehow unexpected tearfulness, and eventually the penny drops. Something is not so bad to us the adult but feels really scary to our inner child.
Radiotherapy is like that for me.The big machine is only there to cure my cancer and all its strange movements and noises are to do me good. That is logical. And I have got used to it.
This ignores the part of me that screams when the rays start to enter my body and just wants to be held and comforted afterwards.
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