I'm writing this post on Wednesday morning but unfortunately you will have to wait until tomorrow to see it. I went in for my MRI on Monday. Those machines are awful but I'm getting use to them. I wear pjs and take a nap for the first set of scans which take 45 minutes. Then, they pull me out and stick contrast dye in me, and back in for another 15 minutes of scans. Because I mentioned the stiffness in my elbow, they also took another 15 minutes of pictures. I feel like I should be glowing when I get out.
I asked if I could see the pictures when I was finished. I know I'm crazy and like to play doctor. The technician was nice enough to let me look. What's the harm, right? Wrong. Once injected with the dye, anything that "lights up" is something that is out of place. So my elbow had this bright spot. Fabulous. Around this point, I started to tell myself "it's scar tissue from having a brace on all summer". That's how I got through the rest of the day.
So that evening, I email my oncologist. I seriously love that man. He emailed me back within a few hours to tell me the MRI results which said there might be new growth in my original tumor and a new one in my elbow.
In a few short hours the doctors, my husband and I meet to see what this all means. They'll have to meet tonight to "officially" tell me what's going on. I'm pissed off, scared and nervous. NO MORE OF THIS! I have goals for the year. I have things I want to achieve. I just want to be boringly healthy. I'm still secretly praying that the doctor meant it when it said it's basically the same. As in, well the MRI reader says there's growth but they don't know your tumor. You are fine and that brightness is really nothing.
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