MRI and Feet

For a fairly long time now, I have been declaring that if I had to make a choice between having an MRI or facing death, I would probably be forced to choose that latter option. I am not exactly kidding because the thought of being encased in a narrow cylinder bothers me that much. I am not sure that I could cope, mentally.

However, it was Sue who actually had to make that choice, and despite incredible anxiety, she committed her body and mind into this device yesterday,

There is a lump on her chest, and it had been measured to be growing, so into the wee chamber went she. We didn't time it very well, but she might have been in the contraption for up to 45 minutes — lying on her stomach with her face scrunched into a pillow.

When she registered in the radiology department, she was given the option of signing up for the app that would send her the results. By that evening, yesterday, she had them. She's just fine, thank you very much. At this point in time, the lump is no more than fatty tissue. The mass was deemed unremarkable, and the lymph nodes are, apparently, unaffected. Yay team!

Getting test results back so promptly is quite something.

Of course, she couldn't neglect her potd, where your feet are, so she took feet photos as she went.

1. Wearing sandals because back spasms make her want to avoid bending to tie shoes.
2 & 4. Sue's feet with mri technicians,
3. Gowned
5. Where her feet will soon go.
6. Back home in the driveway with my feet and Sha's.

Speaking of Shauna, we are so appreciative that she drove us, because at least part of the trip was through the rush hour, highway crawl as we got into the city. Then, once we were in the vicinity of the hospital, she was familiar enough to get us directly to the door in that big complex.

She dropped us at the door and drove elsewhere to spend the next hour or two thus avoiding the hassle of finding expensive parking within the congested jumble of buildings.

We trundled back through miles of hospital corridors, passing various coffee shops. The main floor actually resembled a mall. Our town hospital is tiny and hardly a hospital at all. The one we are usually sent too on the western edge of Ottawa is quite large, or at least I thought that it was. However, this almost-inner-city hospital was on another scale, with several coffee shops and a few other shops.

Once milady was done, or once they were done with her, we followed the purple dots back to the elevator and then the red dots to the main floor and door. TG for the dots.

We alerted Shauna that we were done and walking the long main hall back to the door. She soon texted that she was waiting near the door with lights a'flashin. And she had a smile cookie for Sue. The flowers in the photo  ↓ were seen in one of the mall-like hospital shops, and the coffee was obtained from a drive-though before we got home.

Shauna dropped us off and set out in the opposite direction for her half-hour drive to work. After a wee lunch, Sue went to bed for a few hours. I am here to tell you that her long nap did not spoil her nighttime sleep. Meanwhile, I managed almost 5.5 hours within a somewhat restless and uncomfortable night with my darn rotator cuff giving me more grief than absolutely necessary.