2/13/23

Today is Monday. It’s my birthday. I’m 67 years old today. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and the day after that is David‘s birthday. I’m trying to figure out where I want to eat tonight. I’ve been guaranteed a date. I had physical therapy this morning from 11 to 12 and then went to lunch with a friend. I hadn’t seen her for a while, and we had a wonderful time.

We drove to Houston last Thursday, I had my MRI Friday morning, and then we stayed with Courtney until late Sunday morning. We drove home in time to unpack and get ready for the Super Bowl. We had a couple of friends over and had a wonderful time last night. My MRI was a fiasco. I was there 3 1/2 hours. I was in the machine 45 minutes. They had to call in a physicist to check all the requirements of my spinal stimulator before I got in the tube. I already had the model number, phone numbers, etc., and told him I’ve had MRIs before. None of that mattered to them. They kept apologizing for the delay, and gave me a parking voucher, but I still felt bad about David waiting in the waiting room for 3 1/2 hours wearing that stupid mask. We had a nice visit with Courtney and family, even though it seemed short.

The surgeon called me this afternoon with the results of my MRI. She consulted with two other doctors and they all concluded that they think it’s simply scar tissue. She recommended a repeat MRI in six months, but she said if I was worried about it at all, she would schedule a biopsy immediately. I told her as much as I liked  having long needles stuck in my boob, I think I’ll take a pass this time. I am opting for the repeat MRI in six months. I go see my local oncologist on March 6 and I will speak to her about it, too. 

When I got to the hospital, they called me back and a guy named Victor was helping me. He took me to the little room with a scale. The dreaded scale. If I had known they were going to weigh me, I would’ve worn lighter socks. The first thing he said was “I need to take your weight“. I said, “ Great! How much can you take?“ He laughed, but he didn’t take anything. Liar. 

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