Still waiting for results on the MRI from yesterday.
I did NOT enjoy the test. The last time I fell asleep for it, but this time I had to hold my breath for certain amounts of time over and over. I do NOT like to hold my breath for tests. Makes me feel panicky. Especially when I don’t know exactly how long I’ll have to hold it. They told me the longest would be about 20 seconds. That’s not long, but for me it’s long enough. But most of the time I didn’t exactly know how long it would be. So, you hold your breath and you hear this annoying string of beeps and you know you can’t breathe until they’re done. Sometimes my whole bed shook. Hmmm…makes me wonder how THAT is connected with taking a picture of my liver.
If you’ve ever had an MRI you’ll know that there’s not much wiggle room. They ask you numerous times if you’re claustrophobic. Fortunately I’m not. So, you’re kinda stuck in this tube. I’m listening to classical music which is constantly interrupted by their annoying commands to hold my breath. They have these nice little speakers in there to transport their commands. So, about 3/4 of the way through the test, the voice tells me that they’re now going to inject me with contrast (they have my port all hooked up so they don’t have to take me out to do it). The voice says, “If it burns or stings a bit that’s normal. But squeeze your panic button if it really hurts as it goes in.” This is one of the things I hate the most about this whole process: The apprehension of lying there and waiting for potentially bad things to happen as they inject you with…you name it!
We had a REALLY good meeting with the doctor and coordinator yesterday. Yes, I signed a bunch of papers, but it didn’t take three hours. And guess what, I never got to slap my coordinator. She didn’t repeat her favorite line. I was actually more worried about bursting out laughing if she did say it than slapping her. 🙂
I am so grateful for the humor of my doctor. We are often laughing in his office. He showed me the picture of the PET scan…mostly a skeletal image. He pointed to it and said, “That’s you!” Hmmm…very flattering. He was showing me the darker spots around the liver that had shown up. Then he said, “And for women, the tongue always shows activity.” Oh my! Laughter is the best medicine he gives.
I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to sleep through the night again! I am enjoying every bit of it! I still often live with a slight headache, but nothing really bad at all.
I think that’s all for now folks.
Oops…I forgot a key bit of news. I am not planning to do the ICE chemo regimen again. Our doctor told us yesterday that in discussion with the team, he feels another round would be too much for me. He feels it was plenty hard on me this last round. He is switching to a regimen of just one drug, which also means our hospital stay will be shortened. I won’t be admitted until Friday and then hope to be released either Saturday or Sunday. We are relieved to say the least. I don’t know what another round of ICE would have done to me.