Went in for my brain MRI this morning. I reminded everyone 3 times that I had neck surgery 15 years ago and had a metal plate in my neck. I didn’t want the machine to yank that out. 🙂 I guess it really wasn’t a concern.
The MRI reminded me of lying in a tunnel listening to the last scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Doot Did Doot Dah Doot… – in a bunch of different notes and sequences. Don’t know how I was able to but I stifled my cough for 25 minutes during the procedure. Didn’t want to ruin the test by coughing in the middle of it.
Although I did not get a call to schedule an oncologist appointment, later in the day I did get a call from my pulmonary doc with the results of the MRI. Unfortunately it shows that the cancer has migrated to my brain (near/attached to the cerebellum). From my perspective it did not seem that big: about 7mm, the size of my pinky fingernail. But then again, a tumor in your brain ain’t a good thing, no matter what size.
OK, now I’m pissed.
So it helps to have lots of friends and contacts. I received an e-mail this afternoon from a retired lung doctor who is in my Rotary club. He obviously had been forwarded my original e-mail that I sent to a few Rotarian leaders. He offered many words of encouragement. When I asked him about who he might recommend as a top gynecologist, oops, there I go again, oncologist, he said to call him. I called him this evening and he gave me the name of one he felt was the best. This was a name I had already heard was very good. He then offered to call him at home to see if he could take me on as a patient. I took him up on that and he called me back and said this oncologist said sure, he’d take my case. I am supposed to get a call tomorrow to set up an appointment for Friday or Monday. Even with this overall bad news, I feel like I will be getting the best possible treatment, whatever that turns out to be.
And since my original title referred to my tumor in the singular, I have to now pluralize it for the time being to “Fuzzies.” I look forward to the time when I re-title it “Get What?”
A day at a time.