On Friday I had my breast MRI. It was really quite awful. I went into the same place that did my mammograms and ultrasound and waited in a room full of little old ladies. It was a bit disturbing to me to realize how many of them were there for their first mammograms in life.
The ladies at the women's diagnostic center have seen me so much, and in such a short amount of time, that they recognize me when I come in. They fill out my paperwork for me. They tell me they are sorry to have to see me again and hope I won't have to come again soon. All the old ladies look at me and try to figure out what is wrong. The crazy thing is, nothing is wrong with me, at least not that we know of yet. I'm still waiting to hear.
Once I got called back I had to change out of all of my clothes and into a huge gown. Big is better than small though, that's for sure. Then I went to have an IV run. I didn't realize I would need contrast before I was taken to the IV chair. The nurse promptly asked me if I had had all of my veins surgically removed. I could feel her getting tense over the prospect of having to stick me. Finally she called someone else over who also didn't want to stick me, but did. She ran the IV in the back of my left hand and had fewer problems than she thought she would with it.
I was taken into a standard looking MRI room but with a very strange looking MRI device. You can see the Aurora Breast Imager here. You lay on the table face down, with your breasts hanging free beneath you, boy oh boy is that weird. They slide you into the MRI machine feet first but you do go all the way in. Not cool for someone who is claustrophobic like I am. Then they start up the terrible, awful, very bad, loud noise. That lasts 15 minutes, they inject contrast, and you get another 30 minutes in the machine. I did not like it, not one bit.
I was told I would hear something on Friday or today, but I don't know anything at all yet. The care my husband has been taking with me has really helped though. Friday afternoon he came home from work with two dozen roses. He knew when I came back from my MRI (he was watching the kids) that I wasn't having a good day. Knowing he noticed and wanted to cheer me up went a long way to doing just that.
The girlies liked the roses so much that they asked if they could each have one for their rooms.
I found a couple of small sample bottles and cut a couple of long stems to fit. They both love having them next to their beds. I even have a picture of Bit's rose with her favorite out by the pond find, fishing lures.
Over the weekend we got some new furniture put together once all of our painting was done but I don't have any pics yet. I want to get things cleaned up and put away first. Oh, and the dog is growing like a weed!
She loves sleeping in the cat bed. What a silly puppy.