I got my first tattoo(s)

But they were nowhere near what I imagined my first 'ink' would be. (Warning - this is long - so either grab a cup of coffee or just pretend that you read it and skip down to the ecard!!!!!)

Really thought it would be more like this!

Thursday was 'test' day. A second MRI to find out just how large Fred is. Apparently the first one didn't actually reach the top of the tumor.The first one was at a lovely little private centre, this one at Kaiser. The first one was smaller -so my face was out of the actual machine, but this one I was all the way in with my face just a tad off the top of the machine.

The 'little' one - i went in to about mid chest

This gives a good idea of how it feels - although you are up higher to the 'roof'

The first hour - yep, you read right, the first hour - was fine. I just close my eyes and pray, and doze on and off. Then I needed the contrast. Last time I had no problems at all. This time - not so much. I was chatting away with the nurse as she was shooting me up (she'd out me on tap before I went in the tube) and after just a little bit I started to feel very queezy.
"Is this likely to make me feel sick?" - and well, apparently the answer is yes. I still had 3cc's to go and she waited until I thought I was OK and then started to push it through a little slower. But this time the queezy turned vomitous ( a new 'Megan" word!) and I had need of a kidney dish right away.

the vomitous culprit

{"Well - just try not to move your legs while you vomit" - great advice I'll keep till my dying day!!! Mind you - my legs tied down and my feet taped together, so movement was unlikely.

That queezy feeling never really left me for the rest of the day, but I soldiered on over the road to St Joseph's for my CT planning scan. What a trooper - I'm impressed with me too!

The MRI took about 90 minutes, so we were early to the CT - enough time to get a cup of tea and calm down a little. It's really hard to find anyone ho talks about these scans online - trust me, I've scoured blogs!!

This looks pretty much like the room I was in - just beige instead of green

So for the sake of anyone else who might find this information useful (and I pray that you never do) here is my story.

It starts........now! (I love Graham Norton - what a guilty pleasure)

I may or may not need to confess after I've watched this!

My doctor was in the room with the machine - along with two nurses. Great gals - I'm gonna like working with them daily. (On a side note - as we went into the waiting room, a girl was leaving with a certificate. She had just finished her treatment plan and everyone was congratulating her and wishing her well. Cool or what?) I had to leave Piet in the waiting room while I followed one of the nurses to the room.
The doc chatted with me a bit and then explained what they were going to do - namely a practice dry run with the lasers.This is where it got a bit different for me - I have to have my treatments face down.
So while they explained that they were going to be placing some stickers on me as guides, and a few tattoos so that they can 'line me up' with the radiation machine, I had to sign a waiver. They may or may not have told me what I was signing away - but at this point I think Fred is worse than anything else that might happen.
I have to have my treatment with my face down. So I had to take my pants off and get down on the 'table'. There was a foam pillow like on  a massage table for me to place my head on, and for my legs there was a big blue pillow. But my face is just an inch or so from the table - can you say claustrophobia? The table was a covered mattress on a base that wheels in and out of the scanner. But while you have your face down you can't see when they touch you or wheel you or move your legs where they need to be!

kinda like this but nowhere near as comfy

While I was on the table, I could hear the doctor and the nurses talking in the little offside room where they could see the scans. Then someone would come out and move me, or the table, sometimes both. After about 45 minutes of this (remember my face has to be down this whole time - and I have to 'try not to wriggle'!) they had me where they needed to be and one of the nurses came in to 'mark' me. I think that by then I had a fair bit of Sharpie on me, but now it was tie for the tattoos. And really all that was was a large needle with some ink in the hole through the middle of it. So just a jab for each one got the job done. It's just a blue dot - and trying to find them on my legs is like trying to find a needle in a haystack - or rather a blue freckle among millions of brown ones. I hope they glow in the dark!!!

if my skin was not as freckled as it is, this is what they would look like!

After they had stopped bleeding, I got my jeans back on and the nurse gave me my check in card (barcoded) and showed me where I would wait to be called. We watched  a little video and chatted with another nurse about the expected side effects, and then 90 minutes later we were on our merry way.

So there you go - what to expect of your 'test' day getting ready for radiation. Not recommended peeps, not recommended!
I start treatment on the 16th, and the lovely Kelly is organizing  a signup for drivers and feeders. So - if you have been dying to spend some quality time with me, I'd love for you to come and drive me to my appointments! Just let me know and I'll pass on the info to her (my first self confessed groupie)

radiation won't really make you like the Hulk!

Thanks for hanging in there - you deserve a medal!!

Hugs
Megan