It’s not really possible to enjoy an MRI scan. But, I’ve been there and got the t-shirt. In fact, as far as I’m aware I’ve had the full works. Every type of brain scan there is.
I’ve had fancy spectroscopy and perfusion and *loads* of standard MRI and CT scans. There was also the functional MRI scan (fMRI) that I had pre-surgery. It served its purpose – confirming that my brain tumour is in the motor cortex area and, clarifying (because its different for everyone) whether or not I use this area of my brain for speech and language processing (I don’t). The fMRI was the most fun because I could move my fingers and hands (when prompted) and read and think about stuff… like verbs, and animals.
Now, I have run-of-the-mill MRI scans. Contrast dye is as exciting as it gets.
Getting my MRI scan results
My bestie sends me flowers without fail, and yet it still takes me by surprise when I hear the knock on the door from the postman. She really is a darling (sidenote: as I write this I’m now singing she brings me flowers in the pouring rain… remember that one?).
If it was raining – if the news was bad – she might send an even bigger bunch. The point I’m making is that there’s no doubt that I’d get some. It’s thoughtful and kind, and I love her for it.
Sometimes, it isn’t seeing people face to face that matters. It’s knowing that they are thinking of you.
On Monday, we (my husband and I) peered at the ghost white shape on my consultant’s laptop. We were scrutinising two side-by-side images of my brain. One from March 2018, and another from just over a week ago.
It was termed “satisfactory” – and that means nothing has changed.
My new-ish neurooncologist is quite different to the one I’d been seeing for more than a year. Obviously, she’s not him, so there’s that. I have chatted with other patients who are also in the same boat. Before, our reviews were heavy on the hug front with same-day scan results. Now, it’s all a bit more formal.
Whilst it’s not optional, I’m definitely still transitioning.
We celebrate anyway. Because regardless of the wait, good news is good news.
Put on your dancing shoes
Hey, don’t go just yet. We’re fundraising for Brain Tumour Research. Just bring your dancing shoes to a Northern Soul all-dayer in Sheffield on July 15th. My mum is the chief planner so stay tuned for more info on Twitter and Facebook.