Thursday was MRI day. Ug. I wasn't nervous to begin with, but they were running a little behind and anxiousness seems to grow while waiting. At least my Valium started out strong and held for a while, but not 2 hours. What was supposed to be a 40 minute scan lasted two stinkin hours! And that doesn't include the 30 min spend trying to find a vein. Did you know if they are desperate they can try and find vein in your ankle? Both in fact.
So the verdict? No change can be...no change. Nothing is worse, but nothing is better. My AVM shrunk 50% in the first 6 months, and then in the past year-nothing. Nada. Zip. We are very grateful that nothing has gotten worse, but it is hard to feel like a year wasn't wasted just waiting.
The suggestion from the doctors up here is to come up with a plan, where there is no plan the people perish, and all that. Hopefully all the people in AZ agree. We want to repeat the first surgery within the next 6 months, then we want to wait 2 more years and then have the unwanted mess taken out (if it has shrunk enough). Plans are just that. Only plans and quite easily changed, but we are praying about making that the next direction health wise.
More to come later...
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