Back from St Paul’s and my first ever MRI experience. Those machines make the strangest assortment of noises. Amongst the buzzes and clicks and nearly vocal murdering there is a heartbeat. I commented on this to the technician and he confirmed, “It’s alive”. I don’t think he was entirely joking.
They must have pretty thorough pictures of my innards at this point. They did 8 separate scans; 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 5 minutes, 7 minutes, 30 seconds, 3 minutes, 3 minutes and another 3 minutes. That is a long time to lie in a small culvert with your arms crossed over your chest. It’s not a place for anyone with claustrophobia issues. Although narrow, the platform is comfortable enough and they make sure there is padding in all the right places. Earphones block out most of the racket the machine makes but it is still eerily vocal at times.
All in all, this is the kind of medical care I like. Noisy but no needles, cuts, pokes, prods, invasions or poisonous medications. Scan me any day doc! Lying perfectly still for a half hour is right in my wheelhouse.
So this is it until January when the good Dr Carl Brown will make his final surgery assessment and the very kind Dr. Rose will review the efficacy of the radiation. That means a few weeks with no medical interventions. I have to admit, despite my desire to get on with the eradication of this cancer, I am looking forward to the break.
Merry Christmas everybody! Unless inspiration strikes between now and then, I’ll see you in January.