By vault door, I mean big thick door with a lock. I suppose it was an idiot proof door so that no one like me could wander in to see how the other half was and get zapped in the process.
The radiologist where very nice though. They talked to Martin through a glass door and microphone. They had to cut the eyes out of the mask because the mask was puxhing too hard on his eyes and hurting them. They ended up cutting the mouth out as well. They also called you by your name and were so encouraging. The nurses were also lovely, showing me how to dress his neck and what to use to moisturise his neck.
The lady haunts the radiotherapy section and there is a man who haunts one of the wards. We never saw any of them, shame.
Martin's mask was green and very hard, moulded to his face with clips on the sides.