Thursday, March 17, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Last week I left everyone hanging about my Thursday emergency MRI -- remember chapter movies eons ago?
Beth, who has just completed eight chemo treatments, had an MRI Wednesday. We talked about it at work Tuesday -- the headphones to keep the noise level bearable, the claustrophobia and the best part -- the vibrations!
It almost feels like you’re inside a washing machine and the washer is off balance.
I spent the rest of that Thursday afternoon/evening vibrating in tune with the MRI machine, even though I was long out of it.
The hardest part of any test is waiting for the doctor to call and tell you what’s wrong with you. Something is always wrong!
Dana, the girls and I left early two Friday mornings ago for Gulfport to go watch Grace ride in her first ever horse show.
The doctor didn’t call during the ride down to the coast; he didn’t call while we walked around the fairgrounds where the horse show was being held and he didn’t call as we finally checked into our hotel.
At 4:56 p.m. he called. He said the guys that looked at the MRI thought maybe there were pockets of infection. I needed to go see a neurologist.
The following Friday, off I went to see Dr. Chen at Semmes Murphey Clinic in Memphis, Tenn. I have a fondness for that clinic, as they took excellent care of son Kris when he was born and for many years after.
Dr. Chen didn’t see anything. He said if I wanted to be completely sure, we could schedule a spinal tap.
I said, “No, thank you.”
Turns out, the MRI sees more and better than a spinal tap anyway.
But, he offered several times to do one anyway, if I wanted him to. I kept saying, “No, thank you anyway.”
After the neuro visit, Dr. Randle, my eye doctor who spotted the swollen optic nerve in the first place, consulted with, I assume, more doctors and it was decided that I needed to try some new, very unpronounceable medicine.
After looking up the new medicine on Wikipedia, I was somewhat leary about taking it. Seems like it’s a miracle drug when it works, but the side effects include seizures -- which the pill is often prescribed to control seizures. Go figure!
I have to take it for a while and then go back to Dr. Randle and see if it’s helping.
In the meantime, Pop and I both are suffering mightily with a horrible, terrible cold!
• All our problems seem petty in comparison to what’s happening in Japan -- earthquakes, tsunami and now the nuclear reactors exploding.
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