Brave wee lass

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Date: 02 March 2004 12:48:30

Not at all how I imagined it. We walked through a gate, along a curving corridor, into the treatment room. There was no sign of an adjoining room for the operators. It turned out that we had to walk back along the corridor, to what I had reckoned were the reception desks. It was strange, being out where people were walking past, while a few feet away (a barium-impregnated concrete wall between us), daughter was lying on the machine, receiving a dose of pretty unpleasant radiation. We had brought the Faith Story CD with us, and I could hear it playing. It turned out that one of the radiographers is an Ian White fan, and has said that she will bring one of her CDs to-day (just as well, since I still have Faith Story in my bag).

On the way home, daughter started to complain of a headache. It was so sore that she went to bed early, and then was sick. But she was well enough this morning to go to school, looking forward to meeting the storyteller who will have been there this morning. This afternoon, wife will take her (and son), transport being provided by CCLASP.