I don't know if you've ever seen one of these masks, but they are made to fit the patient like a glove, then it is snapped into the table so the docs can radiate the same exact spots each time.
When Marjie took the mask from Mom's house, with her permission, in a plastic garbage bag, that's where I felt it belonged.
And now like a butterfly from a cocoon, it is transformed to beauty. It cracked my heart open yesterday at the memorial service.
I hope that mom is cracked open to being a butterfly now.