A few weeks are fluid and conventional. In the past week, it moved like honey or honey-thick and slow. Every day seems to be dangerous.
It has been scanned in the early morning since last Monday. I met a new, cool nurse. His height was enough to hang my clothes on the hook in my MRI locker. The design of the hook was at least three inches higher than me.
My brain MRI accompanied by the earth, wind and fire music accompaniment. The singer has a false voice. It uses Disco music to penetrate the hammer -like MRI sound.
Music makes me smile and dance, but if I move my face and body during MRI, the image will twist.
I learned a difficult method.
After the MRI of the brain, I look forward to the last meeting of ARNP I cooperated with me for five years. She is continuing research after research.
Last Monday, she was more serious than usual-eager to scan my brain with me.
There is a new disturbing development.
The black spots on my brain stem.
Since 2016, I have conducted MRI brain scan every four months-after my breast oncologist noticed the 15 lesions of the entire brain. I got radiation for 10 days in two weeks that time.
I'm afraid of new encephalopathy. I can't have brain radiation anymore. This is a rare treatment method.
If this new lesion continues to grow, or I get more metastasis, I will need to replace the treatment, such as gamma knife program.
When I received bad news, my instincts did not cry on Monday. Instead, I am very quiet, thank my ARNP, go home and watch the rain falling outside the window.
It took me two days to realize that I was in a better place this time. My nursing team is in the situation. I made an appointment for another brain MRI within six weeks, and I will be transferred to the care of the experienced brain tumor doctors.
I hope it is the end of the story, but this is not a way of life.