Doing Fine

Alison had her first therapy session yesterday afternoon. She did just fine, and the Atavan knocked her out until 9PM. She has to wear this horrible mask, which is form-fitted and has wing-nuts that bolt her face down to the board so they can radiate only what they intend to. It's one of those things that is both terrible and necessary.
Her spirits are extraordinary, and if we can get the pain under control via pills alone, she may be coming home soon...