Valentine's Day


While most are excited for the couple's festivities, I went in for my simulation.  Amazingly this was not very time consuming.  A mask was made along with a mouth guard.  This is all to guarantee I don't move during radiation and that I am in the same position every single appointment.

I then headed up to Short Pump to enjoy the weekend.

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