And a 7.0 From the Dutch Judge

More than an hour of waiting (code for compulsively checking the BlackBerry) earned me about five minutes with The Dutchman, this morning.

The MRI revealed no concerns at all on the left side, which is a relief.  On the right, however, there's still a question about whether we got everything we went in for.  Apparently, it can take as long as 18 months for the tissue at the surgery site to settle down.  Given that I'm just a year out from my last surgery, I've still got six months to go.

So, now I've got an appointment for an MRI and a mammogram set for early October, with a Dutchman chaser mid-month.  If the pictures don't change, I'll be up for another biopsy shortly thereafter.

I'll cross that bridge should I come to it.  In the meantime, I've still got one-and-three-quarters headlights.

The Mammarazzi

At the six month check-up mark, I should be having a follow-up mammogram.  But, because The Dutchman is watching something on my left side, we're getting out the high res gear right from the start.

I'm getting way better at these MRI thingies.  Jockette was my date for a late evening appointment in the digital imaging lab.  With the schedule running behind, we had lots of time to play Angry Birds, laugh at the ignominious hospital fashions (ain't nothin' sexier than two hospital gowns, knee socks and street shoes -- no matter the gender!), and catch me up on office gossip, since I'm on vacay, this week.

Of course, that also meant that the 2mg of Ativan I took on time was past its sell-by date when they finally called me into the cavern of despair.  So, I popped the additional milligram I saved from last time(!) and trotted happily off to spend a half-hour face down stuffed half-naked inside a toilet roll.

I'd forgotten how loud the machinery is.  I'd forgotten what it feels like to lie completely still for 30 minutes.  I'd forgotten how great it feels to get it right the first time.

But, I haven't forgotten The Dutchman's hotness index.  Ten days 'til I get my next fix... oh, and the results of the MRI.

TTC - Part Two

I'm two for two with one remaining.  The Burn told me, today, that I passed with flying colours.  So much so that she doesn't need to see me again.  I know she'll keep tabs on me through The Pill and The Dutchman, but that's one less appointment on my book for the next round of check-ups in six months.

Now I psych up for 2mg of Ativan and an MRI.