Tiny Lines

...and true aim

For twenty-two mornings now I’ve come to Radiation Room 1, usually escorted by Andrew, who greets me with a smile and a warm blanket. Every day I welcome both.

I settle on my back on a steel table with a thin towel underneath and the warm blanket on top while the Room 1 team checks my markings: three tiny pinpoint tattoos and a red Sharpee-d “X” on each …