An MRI scan for breast cancer is not the most glamorous event. I had to lie face down with both of my breasts hanging down and out through two holes cut into the bed. There was a drip in my right arm to administer a radioactive dye that will show up the blood vessels in my breasts. The whole idea is to see if there are any other suspicious areas in my left breast, where I already know there is a tumour, plus to see if there is anything in the right breast. Last week, my breast care nurse told me they are not expecting to find anything. I am not sure what she means by this, is she trying to reassure me or is this MRI really just a precaution?
I am strapped in and told to lie perfectly still and as I am being slid into the MRI machine Leo Sayer's 'You Make me Feel Like Dancing' starts playing through the headphones!
I also found out that my surgeon is due to go on holiday, which in my mind could delay my surgery. I am told that if it is a simple lumpectomy then I can go on someone else's list but it if I need a mastectomy and reconstruction then I will need to wait for him. It might mean getting my treatment a week or two later than would otherwise be the case but no-one seems particularly worried about that. Except me of course. I just want to get on with it, I feel like my life is on hold and I want to get nearer to all of this being over. Also, I cancelled my own holiday thinking that the op would be before I was due to fly but now it looks like it might not be. Though to be honest, I don't think I could go on holiday with all this hanging over me and I need to be here for all these tests and results.
More waiting...
