Telling Bee was easier than telling my parents. Of course, the fact that we had to have the conversation in the 5 minutes it takes kids to get into their jammies helps for sure.
Can’t get too bogged down in the details or the sadness when you have a child at the table joining us for tea!
But then there was a very long drive home. A drive that normally takes fifty minutes took two hours. Two long hours in the dark. To prevent despair, Jann Arden kept me company on the way. I know all the words – so if you were driving on the 401 on Thursday night and were stuck in the traffic caused by the closing of two lanes for construction, and noticed a crazy lady in full karaoke mode…that was me.
The MRI I had on Thursday went fine. I got into the hospital in just over two hours of travel time. Again on the subway with the great unwashed. I did, however, get my very own single seat on the way in. Which meant – NO ONE TOUCHED ME. Bliss.
The MRI tech was lovely. Very sweet. She came out and called my name, but then checked her sheet. She felt I was very young. I can honestly say, I’m never called young anymore. I glanced at the requisition form.
“URGENT!!! Need MRI before sarcoma biopsy Mon, April 30”
Which explains why despite the 2-3 month wait times for MRIs, I have managed to get my two in one week, and then one day.
The tech asked the usual question “So, do you know why you are here?”
Yes – to get a picture of the growth in my bone before Dr. W does a biopsy on Monday.
After the MRI, the tech said “Are they sure it is a sarcoma? Your bone looks very straight”
No. They don’t know. That is why I’m having a biopsy. And my bone looks straight because if this is cancer…we caught it early. The cancer hasn’t started bulging out of my bone.
Tech “I really hope it isn’t a sarcoma”.
Thanks. Me too.