I found this image of a daily radiation treatment, they really have become routine, in spite of the visceral first impression one might receive. The staff working there are extemely patient and believe me there have been a couple of occassions where they needed every ounce of their patience to deal with me. The mask I am wearing had to be special made, I broke down into tears when they tried to make that process happen. I had to reschedule and come medicated so they could lay me on my back and mold this soft plastic to my face and then insert me into the easybake oven to harden the whole thing. A piece of cake right? My perspective is continually realtered during this process. My Father was a fascinating man, when I look back to my early childhood and allow myself to absorb the memories contained in that time period, many things come through. I was born in Ca while my father was in the Medittereannean on the USS Allagash. My mother flew me to Rhode Island when I was 18 months old to see my father for the first time. I am told I was idolized by my maternal grandmother, when other children came behind me Grandma was loving and even handed with all. I always knew though she liked me most. Dad at this point is not so easy to describe, after his navy term he attended college and received a degree in architecture. My opinion is that was where he really wanted go with his life but he didnt. He had also received a degree in mechanical engineering. He began working for Rheem manufacturing in the 60's and that was where he stayed until his death. I suppose nothing I have said thusfar is all that remarkable, however when one examines the in between parts of my Father's life he was anything but ordinary. It really had to be so since his life was so short, he died in his early fifties, apparently in my family history does indeed repeat its self. I could probably spend a number of entries speaking about my father and perhaps I will. It would behoove those that care to know a little of him because I am convinced that almost all I am is because of that man. The way I speak, the way I write, how I perceive and then explain things, all of these have been filtered and then focused through the lense given me by my Father.

Always with love,
Tony.