My expression after Julie, the tech, left me with two gowns and rattled off some instructions and I couldn’t remember where the opening was supposed to be. Oh my!
Today was my first ever MRI. I was nervous about it because I dislike small spaces. I’m not claustrophobic, but I avoid crowded elevators.
My doctor gave me a prescription for Xanex so I could relax prior to the test and he told me to take half a pill a few days before to try it out and make sure I tolerate it well. I did that and slept four hours in the middle of the day! But, I truly believe I slept because I was emotionally drained and not because of the Xanex.
Muffin and I got up early and I made sure I followed the instructions the scheduler gave me on the phone: no metal, no jewelry, no zipper, no buttons, no underwire bra, bring your mammo and ultra sound films, insurance card and photo ID.
I couldn’t remember whether or not I could wear deodorant so I texted my friend who has been through this and asked her and of course, she said…NO DEODORANT. She also told me to bring some Tylenol or Advil with me because all of the banging of the MRI gave her a headache.
We left for the hospital and I forgot to take the Xanex. Thankfully, Muffin reminded me and I took the other half of the pill in the car with someone’s leftover water bottle. I didn’t care…I just wanted to get this test behind me.
We arrived at the hospital 15 minutes beforehand and the registration process is automated. I felt like I was buying paint at Home Depot. But, I was having a test to see if my breasts are trying to kill me….not at all like buying paint.
An actual person handed me another form to fill out specific to breast MRI and then she handed me one of those plastic pagers like you get at restaurants when waiting for a table. I thought how efficient things have gotten.
A gal named Julie called my name. She told Muffin I would be back in 40 minutes. I followed Julie down the hall to a changing room. She talked as fast as she walked and when she handed me two gowns and quickly rambled off instructions, I struggled to catch what she said.
She wanted me to put on the first gown with the opening in the front and the second gown over it with the opening in the back. She left the room and I immediately panicked second guessing myself. I reasoned that they are taking images of my breasts so they are going to need access to them. I guessed right.
When we got to the MRI room it was cold and super bright. The machine wasn’t a long tube like I’d expected, but rather looked like a giant donut with a table in the middle. The table had three holes in it. One for my face and two more for “the girls.” Ok, now I can see how this is going down….I’m gonna lie face down with a breast in each hole and sure enough that’s how it went. It was like my breasts were fingers going into a bowling ball. The right one cooperated but poor Julie had to “adjust” the left one to get it in there right. Yikes.
My bruised arm from blood draws. It’s starting to heal up now.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Julie had to start an IV because she was going to have to shoot some dye in me during the procedure. She took one look at my arms and said, “Oh boy.” I was pretty bruised from the nine-stick blood draw a few days ago. She decided to put the IV in the other arm. It was less damaged.
I got positioned on the table and she started the machine. It was super loud but it didn’t hurt at all and wasn’t uncomfortable. The test took about 20 minutes.
And just so you know, when she shot the dye in me, it felt like I was peeing myself….not a good feeling. Thankfully, I wasn’t, but if I had, it wouldn’t have been the first time.
And that was my day. Now to wait for the results. Julie said the radiologist will read the test on Monday and I should hear from my doctor next week. I’m praying that there are no additional tumors hiding that the mammos and ultrasound didn’t pick up. The results of this test plus the genetic blood test will give us lots of information we need to determine a treatment plan.
Love you all!
p.s. I’m sharing my cancer journey because I want to help others by reminding them to get their annual mammos! My tumor is pea-sized and it appears that my cancer is in very early stages of the disease. The lump can’t be felt. The only way to detect it is mammography. If I hadn’t gone in for my annual mammo, I wouldn’t know cancer is growing in my body and by the time I would have felt the tumor it would have been much larger. Breast cancer isn’t the death sentence it used to be. Early detection and treatment is the key. It’s important! When was your last mammo? Are you overdue? Please let me know you are going to call for that appointment because God has blessed each of us with the gift of life, and we need to take care of that gift. Please share this blog with your friends and family. There’s someone out there who needs this reminder to get that mammo. #Jesusandamammosaves #mammoisammo
Update: MRI was clean. Praise the Lord. Get your dumb mammo!