Saturday, February 21, 2015

SCAN-dalous

When the oncologist said we needed a PET scan to really diagnose the extent of my cancer, he said it involved injecting a sugar dye into my system. Then the scanner could detect where the cancer had gone in my body. I accepted that, knowing it was important for Dr. C to have all the available information before he could recommend the most effective chemo cocktail. I forgot to ask about how the procedure is done. All they told me was to eat high protein and low carb the day before (which is what I do anyway) and not to get any exercise (which is what I do anyway).

Arriving at the imaging center, I checked in and hubby was told to come back for me in two-and-a-half hours. Whoa. So this is not like standing in front of an x-ray machine for a couple of minutes and holding your breath for a few seconds. A nice technician called me into the inner sanctum, took me to a room to insert an IV into my right arm. He explained that the radioactive sugar dye goes in there, and then we wait 60 or 70 minutes for it to pump through my system before he would put me into the scanner and start taking pictures.

"Well, I'm glad I brought a  book," I told him. I always have a book. I hate to be left with nothing to occupy my brain.

"No," he said, "you need to just sit here and relax. You can sleep if you want, but no reading." He said a teenage boy who came in for this test spent the hour texting on his phone, and the scan showed the muscles in his forearms were "hot," thus skewing the outcome. So... "no book for you," ala Soup Nazi.

Then he gave me a tracer in a bottle of Crystal Lite so the scan could detect what's in my digestive tract. That's why I wasn't supposed to eat for six hours before the test. Nasty stuff. Once I got comfortable in the reclining chair, I realized there was a cold air vent right over my head, and I didn't want the scan to just show pictures of me being annoyed for an hour. So I covered myself with the blanket conveniently left on the side table. Not enough, but that nice technician brought two others. We'd need them later when he put me on the scanner, he explained. Finally I settled on visions of a Zen garden (thanks to the culture section of the Japanese category of Travel Pop) and eventually drifted off to sleep.

After a trip to the bathroom (yes, that's part of the protocol, a natural consequence of the Crystal Lite), I was strapped tightly into the scanner to hold me immobile for 35 minutes of joy-riding back and forth while it took 1500-1800 pictures. I kept my eyes closed to avoid claustrophobia and more easily imagine things that could help me avoid thinking about my itchy nose. PET is positron emission tomography. Sounds so Star Trek. It takes 3-D cross-section images and pinpoints metastasis. Pretty complex gadget. No wonder a PET scan costs $9000.

Then my husband rescued me from the radioactive monster and took me to lunch.

By the way... in case you're tempted to invite me... I have a policy of not playing computer games with anybody but my daughters. That's just enough diversion but not too much obsession for me, thank you very much.

4 comments:

mindy said...

Radioactive Crystal Light? That sounds like a good recipe to make a superhero! I can't wait to see what your superpowers are!

Were you able to get your pedicure?

Cheryl Grow Bricco said...

Hi Cuz, Not sure why, but you are the 12th person that I know, that has gone through this.The other 11 Lady's has completed their surgerys and treatments and they are doing well. You are always in my heart and prayers and I am grateful that you are keeping a blog, what a great idea. I was wondering though, after you are all done with everything and feeling better, if you would concider putting your blog into a novel so that those ladies that are and will go through this too, would be able to read your blog and learn what them too will be going through step by step. I don't know if there is a novel already out there that someone else has already writen to help Lady's step by step, but I just thought it would sure help those that are going through the unknown too. God bless you and I pray for you daily. Love you, Cheryl

Jennifer Wise, Heritage Makers Consultant said...

Wow. The details of this are so interesting. I didn't know any of that. Pedicure was well-deserved.

Jennie said...

I'm amazed you can write about it. I never could. The closest I came was a long talk with Anita Stansfield for a book she was writing. Since I lived to fight another day, be sure I have an inkling of what you're going through and wish you the best of all outcomes. On the day I passed my first "clean" test, my doctor said I had a better chance of death by drunk driver than of dying from cancer. I try very hard to avoid drunks. I hope you soon join our elite club called "cancer survivors."