I met with a whole new set of doctors who will perform my SRS procedure or Stereotactic Radiosurgery. This is not to be mistaken with SRS, Sex Reassignment Surgery, we will leave that one to Caitlyn Jenner. I came home from the hospital and Googled "SRS" to see what the mask they would be making for me would look like when I quickly learned that the two procedures share the same acronym. I would go in a week beforehand for a prep day. My radiation oncologist told me to think of it as just a day at the spa. When you think of a spa day, pedicures and mimosas come to mind. Well, this one was definitely lacking in both. Bummer right? They start by laying these wet, warm strips across your face. Basically, I got my big balloon head paper mached, tell me kids in their arts and crafts classes wouldn't be totally jealous to hear that. The mask itself is pretty cool, as cool as brain cancer gets. They made it to fit every inch of my head perfectly. With it on, the resemblance between Jason from Friday the 13th movies and I is uncanny. It's similar to the picture here that I have found online, except for that mine has also has a piece for the back of my head. I'm lucky that I'm not the least bit claustrophobic, because that otherwise might be an actual nightmare. Once the mask hardened, they clipped it down to a few different machines and did a series of CT scans along with more MRIs. After I would complete the tests, my new team would compile the results to formulate a plan for my procedure. A physicist, neurosurgeon, and my radiation oncologist would work to come up with a way for the high-dose beams of radiation to converge on my tiny tumor, so you can imagine how precise they have to be. Over time, the hope is that it would shrink. They say the procedure itself is a breeze and I believe it. It sounds like it will take more time to get set up and aligned than it will for them to do the zapping. Can't wait for it to all come together tomorrow. See ya teeny tiny tumor!