Was that when it was beaming me?
Jenny Diski: Radiotherapy, 5 February 2015
“... take another number. That fantasy took me as comfortably as it was possible to be through a death-ray session. Once or twice, to see a doctor and to have blood taken, the Poet and I took our seats, and became one with the silent mass of cancer patients and their friends or family. I often tried to go past without looking, but it was impossible. I tried ... ”