Are you sure?

I left the house this morning at 6:30am heading to Memorial Hospital for my MRCP. (A fancy MRI used to closely look at the common bile duct and pancreatic tissue.)

I am allergic to confined spaces so the idea of having an MRI so early in the morning began the day with a small amount of panic. I dressed for the occasion. Pajama pants, cotton undies, cotton long sleeve t-shirt and no bra. I didn't feel like changing into those horrid gowns either so I wore clothes to accomodate.

I sat quietly waiting by myself in a large waiting room. The tech came in to get my paper work and read my arm band. He led me to a dimly lit room where the large machine sat waiting to engulf me. Butterflies turned into vultures as I lay on the two inch wide table. The key to my locker room clutched tightly in my hand. I can do this was my thoughts as I traveled into the cave. With earplugs in place the sound of my heart was louder than the machine. I closed my eyes and followed the instructions. "Breathe in and hold it" was the motto for the next 30 minutes only to find I had too much fluid in my stomach. The tech was nice enough to serve me a nauseating cocktail of gamma MRI crap liquid to mask the fluid. He said I would ask for more, I assured him I would punch him if he made me drink more. Good grief. Back into the machine as I quietly talk to God. All I prayed was to be a cooperative patient. I really didn't want to have to beat the crap out of the nice tech for giving me liquid hell to drink.

"We are done!" The sweetest sound I could hear. He thanked me for coming to breakfast and showed me the MRI slices on the screen. So amazing to see the inside of my body. I couldn't really focus on anything other than this elderly man had been looking at my breasts on the screen, without a bra, mind you, for the last 45 minutes. I'm sure he has seen worse.

I said goodbye. Came home. Laid down. Slept for 2 hours.

The phone rang.
DOC: Cheryl, this is Susan (LPN) with Dr. Hetzels office. I have been on the phone with the radiologist office. We have your test results from this morning.
ME: Uh..... he said they wouldn't be in until Friday.
DOC: Well, they called me and I had to call you right away.
ME: oooooo........kayyyyy????
DOC: Well, you aren't going to believe this but you have a normal pancreas.
ME: WHAT??????
DOC: Yeah, I can't believe it myself. The radiologist checked your scans and MRI and even pulled old MRI's to compare it against and the findings are a normal pancreas. You have some small pancreatic cysts, which everyone has but as far as a tumor......... there isn't one.
ME: You said..... they said.... we talked about cancer.... and surgery....... and how serious this was. And now you are telling me there isn't anything to be concerned about????
DOC: Yep, thats what I'm saying. I guess you won't have need of our services after all.
ME: Do you know what this is????????????
DOC: Yes ma'am.
ME: This is a miracle. A real miracle. So many people are praying.
DOC: Yes, this is a miracle. I knew people were praying and you'd want to know as soon as possible. You have some phone calls to make.
ME: Are you sure they have the right name? The right MRI?
DOC: Yes, we are sure. Dr. Hetzel might want to have an endoscopic ultrasound to see for himself there isn't anything there. But other than that, it was nice meeting you.
ME: Are you sure they have the right tests?
(Shocked from this news I found myself running around the yard while talking to the doc. Thankfully I was dressed and didn't totally embarrass the girls.)
DOC: Yes, (laughing) Cheryl we are sure.
ME: (crying) Thank you GOD!