  Today mom "officially" visits with the radiologist. She will get a catscan to see how deep the lymphoma is. This will determine the true schedule of sessions. His guess of five-days-a-week for four weeks was a ballpark. Could be more, could be less. Five-days-a-week no matter what. Then she will have a mask made for the exact zapping area.
They decided this would be better ~ since she works ~ than having purple marks all over her face for weeks on end. They said the process will take several hours, so I'm going to meet her there. Usually she puts up something of a front, "Oh, no, you don't have to go. " But last night it was a simple, "ok." She's scared. I can hear she's scared. I hope that once the sessions start and she sees that it's not going to greatly alter her life, she'll settle down some.
Frankly, I think once she gets the hang of it, she'll be more cranky about the hour round-trip from work and having to pay for parking every day for a month. 
