7 More Vogue Poses
No, I don’t receive my radiation treatments standing out under a tree (how much more pleasant a prospect…), or while listening to pop music from 1990.
I do, however, assume this position for treatment each weekday: arms stretched above my head, the left cocked at a lower, tighter angle due to ongoing mobility issues, my head lifted and turned to the right both to watch the breathing monitor that governs my dosages and to expose the lymph node basin just above my clavicle, all the better to zap it.
Standing up in the position, as I am here, I look like I’m vogue-ing, a la Madonna.
Lying on the table beneath the machine, I feel more like I’m a TV crime show victim awaiting a chalk outline.
It can feel a little grim there on the table, centered in the red line cross-hairs of the laser positioning beams, listening to the whines and whirs of my radiation being delivered.
“Strike a pose!” Now just six more to go.
Still Life, Beyond Cancer 