We changed pharmacies today. Again. Hopefully, we will be able to stay with the new one for the duration of treatment. Final straw was opening the most recent prescription bag to find a bottle with someone else's name and medication. When I finally was able to get the pharmacist to answer the phone, I told him we had just received the wrong medication. His response was, "That's not necessarily the case." After reading the patients name, Rx number, prescribing doctor's information...let's just say that the back peddling began in earnest. There is more to this story, but it just doesn't matter. What DOES matter is that I am able to include a few pictures today. Ken allowed me to photograph his Radiation Mask, and the equipment he gets zapped with five days a week.He lays on that table, and has the mask placed over his face which is then strapped down to the table for the duration of the treatment. He can't get up until the techs come in and unfasten the mask.In spite of this, he tries to make the techs laugh every day. He has been successful...every day.
The radiation table.
Ken's radiation mask.
Included the picture at the top because he looked so handsome this morning, don't you agree?