August 8, 2010
I'm sorry, I thought I
was going to be able to send out the highlights last night by text to be posted
on the bb for me. My phone is basically dead and I have to get moving
quickly on something here at home. But I will post highlights and add detail or
ask questions. KJ and I have to get the house ready for chemo and move
some furniture today. Here ya go.
Pet scan - traumatic.
For someone with slight claustaphobia anyway. I was tied up with sheets
to immobilize me and then conveyered into this three feet wide tube.
augh. This fellow in the photo is not cold. They wrap and tie and pin
you to that table. Actually the reason is so you don't move during the scan.
They mummy wrap you and tell you to RELAX! But when you do relax your
muscles, you find you are so tight inside your mummy case, that you don't have to
struggle to remain still. Your arms and legs are supported in position by the mummy wrap. Inch by inch that skinny table you're lying on moves through the big donut.
At first I had to pray.....Lord don't let this
squeeze me to death. I kept repeating under my breath, "My father does not
give us a spirit of fear. My God did not give us a spirit of fear. My God did not give us a spirit of fear..."
It helped and once the thing moved and my head cleared the tube structure, it was better. If you
tell them you have any claustrophobia at all, they send you in feet
first so your head comes out first. Then I was okay.
Gee is my face red?
"Ummm yes Mike. I'm
afraid I was doing a butt cheek boogie to the music".
Who KNEW they
would see that?
I heard at least five
people in that glass cubicle erupt into laughter while Mike got on the
horn...laughing mind you... to tell me to try to control myself. As I left, Piper showed up to tell me I could butt cheek boogie on down to the waiting
room where my husband was waiting. Will I ever live that down?
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Fighting Cancer gets a little less scary
when you find something
to have a gut busting laugh over!
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