Logan or Soylent?

 How did I get it so wrong?

Okay so I think I am officially traumatized over my MRI experience, but I will get to that in a minute.

Before … I am overwhelmed with the outpour of love, concern and prayers for me. I mean it. The kindest words have been given to me and more than you realize, I take them to heart. I feel them, they move me, inspire me. I have a list.

Everyone that said, ‘I am here, let me know what I can do’. I will take you up on that. Even if it is to invite you over to have tea and talk.

I saw a classmate in the grocery store, I have known her since fifth grade, the concern in her eyes was real and the embrace she gave me was loving.

I will call her.

Look, I hate to bother anyone but my children and siblings, but they are going to get tired. My daughter Allie keeps driving me everywhere. Dealing with the truths of this horrible disease. I am in it for the long haul, and she and others will need a break.

So be forewarned, if you offered, I will take you up on it. I have that list.

Back to that damn MRI.

I am pretty tough, but like I said previously, I had no idea what I was getting into.

No music? Why?

They told me because I didn’t ask.

I said, “Dude, this is my first MRI, how the hell was I to know it wasn’t automatic.”

I remember putting that mask on, then backing up into the coffin, watching the ceiling art disappear.

Ah, the ceiling art. It was made to look like I was outdoors. Why do they do that when it disappears from sight the second you get sucked into the machine.

What was the purpose of the lovely calming scenario if you can’t see it once in the machine.

At first I made the VITAL error of calling it a scene from Logan’s Run.

But how, me, the apocalypse queen could make that mistake. It wasn’t Logan’s Run it was Soylent Green with my hero Charlton Heston.

The part where elderly watching beautiful visions of the end as they are put to eternal rest.

That’s what I felt when they rolled me in the machine and when I came out.

I got a lot of advice about the next MRI and I am gonna take it.

Getting drunk before hand is probably out of the question.

Maybe I’ll try the weed.

Oh, I have an appointment with a doctor via video to get a medical marijuana card. It’s important to note, I never was a stoner. Drugs were never a thing for me. But hey at this point in my journey, why not?

I think the funniest part of this week was when I went to the oncologist and the social worker came in to discuss finances and ability to pay. She was so impressed that I found, filled out and brought the special Pennsylvania Breast Cancer insurance forms. But she looked at my daughter and told her to ‘Google’ things, because people our age, she said aren’t good with technology. She was cute, I let her go on about elderly and tech, and didn’t tell her people come to me for answers.

Wow. Longer blog than I expected.

Today was a good day. No doctors, no tests, just a normal day. Every day is a day with worrying. What will come next. Today was not that day.

What a gift.

I thank God for the strength and peace.