So it’s been two years since I was declared “all clear” from my cancer journey. Hooray!
That’s the good news. I love good news.
The “not so great” news is once a year I have to go in for an MRI and a CT/PET scan. Ugh.
For the CT/PET scan I have to not eat the morning of, arrive early so a radioactive isotope can be injected into my system, and then wait for about 30 minutes while that circulates through me. Then we do the actual test which means being slid into a machine like the one above for about 20 minutes.
For the MRI – completely different test – I show up another day and get slid into a machine similar to the one above BUT it’s like 15 feet long and I go ALL THE WAY into it. The tube is barely big enough to get me in and VERY claustrophobic. The inside of the tube is about 6 inches from my nose. Last time I did it, I couldn’t do it. I had to come back a few hours later after taking a valium and have a friend drive me.
In the end, a small price to confirm that I’m still in remission. But I still don’t like it.