Alrighty then, obviously forgot to mention the liver tumors, so get your panties out of a wad and forgive me!
Back when I had the fake heart attack in April, thus producing major panic attacks, the cardiologist had me do a MRI so that he could prove to me that I was completely fine and had nothing to worry about. The results of that MRI were that I had mild coronary artery disease (did I mention that before?) but nothing to worry about. He instructed me to keep taking my cholesterol medicine since this was the remedy anyway.
A couple of weeks later my regular physician reviewed the results of that MRI and called me to discuss the 'liver tumors' - and I responded with "WTF are you talking about?" Apparently I had three suspicious masses on my liver and she was shocked that the cardiologist did not mention this (he has since been relieved of his position as my cardiologist). I was sent to a Gastro doctor (wasn't even going to try to spell that one) and he had me do an 'invasive MRI'. That entails putting dye in your body through an IV and you must remain in the small tubular device for an hour or more. Having MAJOR claustrophobia AND already suffering with panic attacks, I was sedated and lived through it. The result was that I indeed have three tumors on my liver that have thus far been determined to be benign. I was to repeat the same scan in three months to measure the size of the tumors and see if there was any growth.
So Monday morning I went for my scan. It was 26 degrees here in Texas, not cold by some of your standards, but colder than a witches tit here. They had told me not to wear anything magnetic so I showed up in my little jogging suit ready to have some good drugs. Once inside the clinic, where the temperature was approximately 30 BELOW 0, they asked me to change into the little nightgown and I could keep my panties on. I changed quickly because it as colder than a witches tit (I mentioned that already I think), got on the table, the IV and anxiety meds were started, the dye began and once I was blindfolded they slid me into the small tubular device. Drugs were working rather nicely and the machine started to whir and cling and clank and after a few minutes the tech asked me if I had removed my bra. Ooops, nope forgot that.
The machine was stopped I was pulled back out and then we had to figure out how to get the bra off with the IV connected. Good times. We managed to slip it over the IV wires and hung it on the IV pole. I'm blindfolded again, slid back into the small tubular device and the whirring and clinging begins again. Moments later, the device stops, the tech says, "I'm sorry, we are going to have to pull you out again." I am pulled out one more time to discover that the wires in my bra, that was hanging on the IV pole, was being pulled magnetically to the machine and trying to drag the IV pole with it and causing the machine not to work. Unfortunately Jane I did not have a Titanium bra...
So anyhoo, after all that fun and excitement and coming home to sleep it off while the Mexican tile layers continued tiling and jamming to their Spanish radio station, the Gastro doc called yesterday to tell me that the tumors have not had any significant change in size. So there, that's the story. Will have another scan in April to check one more time and go from there.
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May 14, 2017
3 months ago