Now then, you may also recall that the Petite and Putrid's pilgrimages always have a bit of a scary bent. (Probably no big surprise there.) One year he spent time in all the, pardon the pun, haunts of Edward and Bella from the Twilight series. In case you have actually forgotten, or tried hard to forget, you can refresh your sad little memory here, and here, and here, and here. Of course then the Undersized and Deceased simply had to visit Maine and all things Stephen King. That one wasn't actually in October, but he got the fever early that year. In case you forgot about that one, you can either continue to suppress the memory, or you can refresh it here. Then the following year, our Infinitesimal and Inanimate visited the various sights from the making of the film, Practical Magic. I know. It is an effort to keep up, but just in case you'd like to, you can review it here, and here.
So this year, the Imperceptible and Passed-Away decided to do one of the scariest things possible. He decided to visit Cancer Land, and believe me, that is likely the scariest place he has gone to date.
And, so, without further ado (although I still think, in the case of the Insufficient and Inconsequential, it ought to be adieu ) I present to you The Little UnDead Does Cancer.
First of all, we see our Elfin and Extinct outside the Cancer Care Center.
What? Did you miss him? How about now?
Next he can be seen being tolera...uh...errr...checked in at the front desk. (Do please excuse the bit of 'overexposure' in this photo. All that green skin tends to cause an inordinate amount of reflection. I'm just sayin' ...)
The next stop was the Radiation Room where our Shrimpy and Soulless was greeted by three able-bodied and intelligent Radiation Technologists. As a matter of fact, the Goatmother says they are, without a doubt, the Worlds' Greatest Radiation Technologists. Now don't they look to be the very essence of skill? What more could the Goatmother, or anyone else for that matter, ask for? Of course I'm certain they've never encountered a patient quite like our little Stubby and Stiff.
Just as an aside, I want you to take note of the fantastic machine in the above photograph and in the next shot. This is no ordinary radiation machine, my friends. This is a Varian TrueBeam and represents a revolution in Radiotherapy technology. It actually contains a linear accelerator, and has the ability to offer unprecedented speed and pinpoint accuracy. And the last we knew, the only one of its kind in operation on the West Coast other than at Stanford University. In Sequim, America? Who knew???
Now, then, just get a load of those three faces. Can't you just see the anticipation and glee. For sure they are going to enjoy tortur...uh...errr...treating this guy. Just look at how innocently they are accepting him into the fold.
So, here is our little Lilliputian, Lime and Liquidated all ready for his first treatment.
What? You can't see him? How about now?
That fancy machine can rotate clear around him or raise him up and down, backward or forward. I mean to tell you, guys, you could hear that little Grassy and Gone-To-Meet-His-Reward shouting, "More! Give me more! Weeeeeee!!!!!!", clear through those hugely thick, lead-lined walls. What an idiot. Oy. Still, I guess with skin that color burning is the least of his worries, so why not enjoy the ride?
So there you have it. I know that was all pretty darned scary. I sure hope you don't have nightmares and find yourself having to eat a few Peanuts for consolation. On the other hand, perhaps that isn't such a bad thing. Our little Microscopic and Mortified sure seemed to enjoy it all. Maybe it isn't all that scary. Still, I suppose there is no accounting for taste.
Nonetheless, please stay tuned for Part 2 of the Little UnDead's continuing foray into Cancer Land. I'm not telling you what's next. Besides, if I did you might not come back. Just remember this. If you experienced any degree of fear, please know to just ... "Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.” ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
Now just what does that tell you about our intrepid little Life-Challenged Lug? Try not to think about it too hard.
Until next time - Marigold. Oy and out!