Gown Girls Surprise

I heard the metal locker slam as I exited the dressing room. Another of us had arrived after the barcode scan.

We assembled like clockwork daily for six weeks and took our seats in the inner waiting room, scantily clad in hospital gowns. At least, mine was six weeks. 
 
Each radiation treatment plan was unique, like the chemo and surgery. A variety of types of cancer accompanied every lady. But we each fell somewhere on a sliding scale of fear to faith.

 A light danced in the eyes of Dawn in particular as she said, "Welcome, Donna. What do you have to share today?" Barely seated, the technician called my name.

I wondered what music my treatment team would play this time. Sometimes they let me pick. Anything to help me relax and remain still as they raised my arms and locked me into position. then took their posts at the command center.
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