As it turns out, MRI does not mean - still got “My Right I”. Who knew? According to webmd it stands for magnetic resonance imaging and is a test that uses powerful magnets, radio waves, and a computer to make detailed pictures inside your body.
My MRI is slated for this Saturday at 1:45 pm. If I were to list a million things to do on a Saturday afternoon an MRI would not be one of them. In scheduling the appointment, the woman, I believe Holly asked a number of screening questions including - are you calustrophobic to which I replied - yes a little bit. She followed up with you do know you will be in a tube. Yes, I know. She did not add on that everyone does great etc. Just the next question.
In telling Mela last evening about my upcoming MRI she added that it is incredibly loud. Yeah - a tiny loud tube. Additionally, my daughter, Nicole told me about a month ago that it was one of Dwight’s worst experiences. I will just have to go to my ‘happy place’. Think Happy Gilmore. If I need to explain this I do not know that we can be friends.
After concuding with all the screening questions including do I have any metal in my body - I guess due to the magnetic thing - Holly provided a few brief instructions. Essentially nothing to eat or drink except clear liquids two hours prior to the MRI. I forgot to ask if vodka counted as a clear liquid.
Those of you that know me - know I can get anxious and am not looking forward to this procedure but the results it will provide are far more critical. It will show whether the cancer has returned and spread to my liver and lungs. I will get the results when I next see my oncologist - on Halloween.
God Bless!