Mapping for Radiation Therapy

Getting mapped was like being kidnapped by space aliens. They put me on a table. Three of four milled about here and there adjusting this and that, writing on my chest, measuring, talking and calling out numbers. They adjusted a video over my face so I could take deep breaths to keep my heart from my chest, the video was my visual cue. Into the cat scan, whirring whirring, voices in the head and two teenie tattoos. Then they brought me back to my planet. Nanoo nanoo.