I just returned from Moffitt Cancer Center north of Tampa after spending the morning getting ready for an MRI of my lumbar and thoracic vertebrae. An hour drive, parking, signing in, filling out paperwork, moving to the next waiting room, moving to a locker room and changing–then more waiting. The actual MRI only took 45 minutes. I’m not a fan. It is difficult for me to lay still on a hard, narrow table in a confined space for that long. but I was prepared. A morning beer and oxycodone in the waiting room while I relaxed and read the paper did the trick! I almost fell asleep in the ominous, noisy, clanking, glowing tube. Hey, at least they didn’t require IV contrast!
I’m not complaining. I just don’t think people who haven’t been though it understand what a drain having cancer can be. Not just the disease, mind you. No, the investment of time and emotional energy and, of course, money can all add up. For those of you (and especially caregivers) who go through this same type of thing day after day I just want to say: I share your pain!
Thanks for allowing me to vent! I’m home and safe and back writing at my computer. Life is good! Feel good and keep smiling! Pat