grandma Jahn's treatments begin

Radiation didn't used to mean much to me. It felt SCI FI or i'm not really sure what i thought it was, but on the day she started, I got to see it up close and personal.

The setting was nice enough, go in, strapped to a table, music, 7 minutes, and grab a snack and go but of course it was much more than that. 29 rounds of lasers aimed into her brain, to try and stop or slow this Glio--and she could understand "some" of what was happening...

but getting up every morning to get to the James unit at 9, rain, sleet, or snow, sometimes in FREEZING weather, wasn't fun. She was a trooper, never complained, often laughed. I'd get her a mocha on the way home, or chik-fil-a if it was later in the morning.

We also reconnected with Frankie from a restaurant in town, Talitas, and she visited there a few times on the days Linda and Barb took her to treatments (Thursdays).

She saw the same team every morning, M-F and even going on holidays. Cindy and Penny pitched in too to help. Dad mostly insisted on going, but sometimes he'd hang back and give himself a break.

We know it's not a cure, but there were lots of prayers for slowing and healing regardless.