The Waiting
“So how do you get through that 24-hour wait? .... I'll try, and fail, to keep myself from thinking about it. You hope for the best, but in spite of yourself, you always imagine the worst. ”
Time flies when you're waiting for your next scan. I don't think that's an expression that's ever really going to catch on. But it's true. It seems like it was only a week or so ago that I went through the brain tumor scare. Initial readings of my last brain MRI seemed to indicate that I had a new tumor on the site of the original one. The next day the doctors looked again, and decided it wasn't a new tumor after all. So we scheduled another scan to make sure.
Tomorrow I'll be heading back up to the hospital for another brain scan. The MRI's aren't bad. They're almost an hour long and loud. The magnets in the machine make very strange noises. The most exciting thing that happened was the time I kept my belt with a metal buckle on. The magnets are so powerful that my belt was literally being tugged upwards, bringing my pants along too, not an especially comfortable situation. I couldn't take it off while the machine was on, and we couldn't stop. It was actually sort of funny.
This scan should settle the brain issue, at least for now. But I'm not nervous yet. I've gotten to the point where I can actually doze off during the MRI, in spite of the noise. Afterwards, that's when the waiting and the nervousness begin. I probably won't hear anything until Friday. The doctors seemed pretty certain a month ago when they said there wasn't a tumor. But until I hear that again, I know I'll be worrying. You just can't help it.
So how do you get through that 24-hour wait? I'll do normal stuff. When I get home, I'll have the blog for Friday to write. I'm in the middle of a pretty good mystery; I'm hoping that will help. And I'll try, and fail, to keep myself from thinking about it. You hope for the best, but in spite of yourself, you always imagine the worst.
We've all been through this before. It's just one of the rituals that go with being a cancer patient. I'd like to say that after a while, after you've done it enough times, it gets easier. But that's not true. I don't think it ever gets easy.
12:01 AM ET | 04-25-2007 | permalink

