Saturday was an MRI day ... 45 minutes of lying in the tube, listening to the clickety-clacks ... drifting off to ponder things I usually don't
make time to think about ... all rather pleasant and relaxing except for the fact of why I was there at all ... to make a map of my cranial contents and compare it, I suppose, to the last map that was made, not so long ago.
Looking to see if any peripatetic cancer cells have traveled to my brain, as lung cancer cells are often inclined to do.
I don't like to think about it. It's too terrifying.
I hope, hope, hope for a good report. Please, hope along with me. There's power in that.