The waiting game

I had the mammo and MRI on Friday. The mammo wasn't any worse than before surgery. We now have digital at Christie, so I was able to look at the images. Nothing popped up as suspicious, and the tech didn't seem worried about anything.

Because we were going out to supper, I only took half of my prescribed Xanax, and then only 15 minutes before the MRI. Should have taken the whole pill. I was awake for the entire time. Didn't get claustrophobic too bad. The laying still was hard. My forehead was hurting from the pressure, and my left shoulder was really aching. My upper arm was numb the rest of the day. I made a game of how much longer by counting songs. Carla said it would take 40 minutes. I figured 12 songs should do it. It was over after 8. One of the songs was Rod Stewart's Maggie May, my theme song. I had my ring rosary in my pocket, and it would vibrate every time the magnet would engage. It reminded me that Steve was looking over me.

Now I just have to wait for Dr. Fernandez to read the films. She was in Las Vegas last week. One person said she would be back today, another thought it would be Wednesday. I won't get antsy until later this week. I see Dr. Chaudry on Friday anyway, so he should have the results. Gotta remember to get my blood drawn Wednesday or Thursday. I am going to have my cholesterol checked, as well as a thyroid panel. I figure, if the radiation got my esophagus and trachea, it may have gotten my thyroid also.

Laurie was able to get down for Wayne's birthday. We had a nice visit. Wayne was surprised and happy.