Today is D-Day that I have been waiting for for months. I am getting the MRI scan to see whether the radiation has stopped Ollie in his tracks.
I hate MRIs so I have to go early so I can be heavily sedated first, but I am really anxious about the process. Can't believe that my sister actually volunteered for an MRI!!!! but then she has always been nuts.
I won't be seeing the surgical team today, though, as they don't really want to see me until I am in theatre and unconscious. The good news is that the onk liaison nurse stood over the boss surgeon until he wrote out all the paperwork for my head repair, so that is really going to happen and I have been upgraded from cosmetic surgery. They reckon they can use CT scans that they have already got to make the fake bit of bone to fit the hole. Adele was using odd language to describe the job so I ended up feeling like an old bus... words like rebuild...coachwork...panel beaters...still I can laugh about that...I got a face like the back of a bus, but I thought my skull was relatively normal, at least until they started putting holes in it.
I see the actual oncologists on Wednesday next week and also the haematologists to decide if I am off the rat poison forever. I will be glad to be off the warfarin because taking it effectively cancelled my menopause spectacularly and before that I hadn't had a period in 2 years and now there is no real cycle and I can be drenched with blood at any time... have to watch wearing the white jeans.
Hopefully catch people in chat much later when I have had a sleep and recovered from the sedative.
Janet
