I’m going to assume nobody reading this blog is so young as to not remember Cheers. So the title of this little blogitation should not need any explanation. Well, my recent visits to the Sharp MRI/CT Scan center have resulted in a similar scenario. Unfortunately drinking beer was not involved.
So a week ago Monday, as you know if you are one of my loyal fans, I came away with a clear MRI brain scan. YES! Good for another 90 days on that. But because my hip has been, shall we say, DRIVING ME CRAZY, the doc ordered an MRI of that the very next day, Tuesday. Just to see if they can come up with any other theories other than my just getting old. Upon entering the MRI center, the technician did a double take and asked me if I hadn’t just been in there the day before. She was expecting me this coming Friday for the PET scan (more on that later), but certainly was not expecting a repeat performance two days in a row. Lucky me.
Well, that afternoon I got a call back that the MRI image seemed to indicate that I had a “non-displaced fracture” of my femur. Well, the pain level would have me believe that could easily have been true but because an MRI is more geared to check out soft tissue, they weren’t 100% sure. And I had no clue where that might have come from if indeed that was the case. But since there was some doubt, they ordered a CT (Cat) scan of my hip, you guessed it, on the very next day. A triple play. The technician just shook her head when she saw me this time and we joked about renting a room there. Almost not a joke since I am due back again Friday. Just call me a scanaholic. The good news is that the CT scan confirmed that indeed I did not have a fractured femur. But it really did not shed any light on what the issue was, so I am still stuck with the arthritis theory at this stage. I have an appointment with a rheumatologist, and a week later an ortho-doc, to see what they might recommend.
The not-so-good-news in all of this is that the MRI of my hip seemed to also pick up another “hot spot” of a 3cm lesion on my sacrum (near my tailbone). That was one of the nasty-grams originally discovered way back at my early diagnosis. However, this was not conclusive evidence and the onc-doc wants to wait until after the results of the PET scan on Friday which will be much more definitive. Not going to get too agitated at this stage.
Changing gears, having recently returned from a 3-day whirlwind business trip to Orlando, I am heading out to a similar jaunt to Chicago this coming Monday. I guess I couldn’t stand this cold (60 degree) weather. Instead I’ll be involved with the teens and lower. OK gutter minded readers, that was a temperature I was referring to. Aaahhh. Here’s what I’m heading into:
5 friggin degrees!? Are you kidding me? Maybe I can have my doc prescribe some antifreeze. I do not have attire for this kind of weather, if you can even call that weather. I don’t think I ever even skied in such a frigid environment. OK, for you not-from-San-Diego types, I am looking for recommendations on shoes, hats, and any other ways to keep a notch above frostbite. I have a pretty warm ski parka but that’s the extent of it. And if indeed I do have arthritis, I’m sure the cold will have no effect on that whatsoever. Yeah right. At least it’s only a 3-dayer.
I’ll probably get the results of my PET scan while in Chicago. Stay tuned for perhaps a quickie from afar. And that would be a quickie update for those of you still gutter-bound.
Business as usual. Day at a time.