Another MRI.
Quick this time around.
Answered some questions.
Filled out some forms.
Blue gown and underwear.
IV in arm.
Beeping and screeching.
Kelly Clarkson in my ears.
8 minutes on my back.
20 on my belly.
Boobs through holes in table.
Someone snapping pictures.
“Pretty,” she called the pics.
I was still and didn’t move.
The real answer comes tomorrow:
Everything is fine, or maybe it’s not.
Relaxing at home.
Not worried, really.
Either I’m fine, or I’m sick.
I know the drill.
5 years looming on horizon.
Will I make it free and clear?
I think so.
Will let you know.
Tags: MRI
And the answer is? I’m hoping the answer is all-clear at the five-year mark, which is particularly auspicious for her2***! Glad you haven’t given up this blog. I’m a faithful reader.