Another day, another test. This one was an MRI of my head, with and without contrast materials. I was having a little anticipatory anxiety - MRIs are like being inside a jet engine as far as noise level. It's just intimidating. But I sucked it up and went. It's all part of staging where we might be with where else the cancer might have run off to. It might explain my headaches.
My daughter drove me, We showed up at 11AM after going over the river and through the woods, literally.
In fact, I got all the way to the little dressing room where you leave your bag locked in a locker. . . . . and then the tech looked at the form I'd filled out, checking YES in the tissue expanders column.
Them: Nope - no MRIs for you. Me: but why would a doctor order it if she knows I have tissue expanders and one breast is being rebuilt? Let's phone her. Them: No we don't do that. Me: but aren't they just saline? Can we at least ask the reconstructive surgeon? Them: No.
Sigh. I came back home disappointed that I wasn't one test closer to chemotherapy. Now that's just crazy. I called the oncologist. She was going to call me back when she got done with a patient. It was a loooong patient visit because I fell asleep before that happened. And when I woke up it was after six PM. OK, so maybe I'm a little strung out by all this.
BUT there's a silver lining. They have a really cute fish at the radiologists and of course I had to share him with you.
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