The radiation treatment I did alone. It was always a room full o f maybe five guys. To have to undress in front of them and lay out on that cold table, and they strap you down like you are schizophrenic or something. . . . I will never forget the many mornings I laid there, and my tears came rolling back on my face, and my hair would be wet in the back just from the tears. It was like, oh God, I ’ll be so glad when this is over. I felt embarrassed that they were all looking at me. . . . It was like, oh God, I'm looking so crazy, and the Black m arkers-l couldn’ washt it off. They tell you if you do take a shower, don’ get itt wet. Sometimes / would take a shower and back up into the shower, letting the water hit me from behind so that I could have all this covered [pointing to both breasts]. Oh, it was just a mess. Most times I would wash up just so I wouldn't have to go through the drama o f making sure that none o f that got wet. But I ’ll never forget that experience, and it is so vivid to me that it’ like it wass yesterday, and it was 10 years ago. I could almost smell the room, literally. I feel how cold it is. / could feel the temperature. / could see their faces, and I ’m not a person that has a real good memory like that.