Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Of course the last day didn’t go down easy. In the middle of my session, Liam broke. The technicians waited to see if it would reset, joking that this was an omen which meant I needed 33 more sessions. It must have been hospital humor.

 Liam didn’t reset. But after those patients who were scheduled for the other machine finished, I finally finished too. It was almost time for everyone to go home, but I would have spent the night had it been necessary to complete #33.

 As I dressed, I thought of the card that accompanied the beautiful bouquet of yellow roses and white daisies that arrived on our doorstep today. “Radiation is finished, and you can return to being you!”

 And so I rang the bell!