Good News!

I'll cut right to the chase: GOOD NEWS!  Yes, there are two small cysts on my liver, but they aren't dangerous.  Praise the Lord!  I feel like I can fully move forward now.

Now, the backstory:  I reported to my MRI.  Pretty sure the most painful part of all of it was paying for it.  Since my insurance has started over for the year, that bill was a whopper!  But, I must say, while paying the bill stung, I am so grateful to have insurance and to have access to great medical care.

So, upon checking in, I start feeling nervous.  We did a really good job not thinking about the 'what if's' and walking into the building was a reminder that things may not be okay.  I was quickly greeted by a cheery, outgoing young man.  He did my intake and took me back to a changing room.  Bonus: I didn't have to take off all my clothes, just my bra, which had wire clasps.  That would have been great and all, except I wore a white shirt, so there I am walking out to my room with no bra and a white shirt.  Oh, and it was cold.  Oh, and while my breasts have no sensation, they can detect cold, and one nipple seems to be a little more sensitive than the other, so... there's that ;).  Luckily, the gentleman quickly greeted me with a warm blanket ~ not sure if it was meant to cover up my winking nipples or what, but it was very much appreciated.

Sidenote: This time last year, I never wore a bra.  It was amazing.  And now I am realizing that I'm getting my 'normal' back by being self conscious when I don't have a bra on.  Props to normalcy!

Once my IV is started, I get led back to a room with the huge MRI machine.  I lay on the table and am given ear plugs.  The machine is loud!  I sort of start to panic in my head, as I see the tube I will be placed in during the test.  Go find about a 24 inch drainage tube outside and fit your whole body into it.  Oh, and give someone a hammer to bang around while you are in the tube.  That's pretty much what it is like.  45 minutes later (and I did actually relax a bit ~ those MRI machines have nothing on a 5 year old who has a blaring iPad and a blaring tv on all at once) I was finished.  I did a good job of keeping calm as long as I wouldn't let my mind wander about those dreaded 'what ifs'.

And I was worried I'd have to fart.  Mainly because of this hilarious story I once read: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/elaine-ambrose/dont-fart-during-an-mri_b_6044578.html. So, I guess I'm happy to report that not only were my MRI results fine, but I also managed not to fart during the test!  #Winning!