The radiotherapy is almost finished now, there's only one session to go.  I haven't suffered any side effects other than tiredness, for which I am eternally grateful.  I even stopped taking the anti-emetic drugs last week.  The tiredness can be a bitch though.  I slept for 20 out of 24 hours of Friday, which was a killer.  I did wake feeling seriously refreshed though.
It looks like we're all set to go to California this summer :-)  More about that later, but the plan is to fly to San Francisco, and take two weeks touring between there and Los Angeles.

I've had two sessions so far, and they're not so bad.  I haven't been feeling nauseous much, just a little bit, though it won't go away.  I'm feeling very tired though.  I don't know why radiotherapy does this to you, but its not fun.  I'm walking around like a zombie most of the time.  At least I'm 25% done :-)  More later, have to go to work.

So very tired.  I've just about gotten the documentation I was supposed to have finished for work finshed at last.  Now I have a couple of weeks of backlog cleared, and I can get on with the development work I was handling a couple of months ago.  Except... my radioterapy starts on Tuesday, and I don't know wif I'm going to be in.  I hate not knowing stuff.

I did the simulation this morning, and it was a complete anti-climax.  It wasn't a simulation for me at all, it was a simulation for them.  They arranged me on the machine, and had me lie still for ten minutes while they measured stuff.  This machine was an interesting one... it was menacing.  The cream simpled paint, and the rough lines created a sense of serious weight, on the end of a large arm.  It hulked, it menaced, it was threatening.  The again, maybe my imagination was getting the better of me considering that it's brother is going to irradiate me next week.

OK, so I did the first part of my simulation the other day.  I spent about an hour lying completely motionless while they targeted me in a MRI machine for radiation exposure.  After they were done, they came back and made some marks on my body, and then tattooed me with five small points so they could find where to point the machines in the future.  Its all a simple question of geometry.  The therapy starts on the 13th, not the 6th as I originally thought.  I have another session on Tuesday next, where we're going to go through all the last minute... whatever the hell we have to go through in a simulation.  Its not as if I wasn't paying attention... just I'm not entirely sure what the point of this last simulation is.
I did some work on the site today, so it should be looking a little better than it did before.  Its finally taking shape, and should be completed in my next session.  Unfortunately I don't have Visual Studio on my laptop yet, as I lost the damn hard disk last week.  I'll get it back on tomorrow.
My camera is looking good so far.  I've taken a few different sets of images, and will update them on the site as soon as I get a chance.