Exactly forty five minutes later, the tech woke me up, escorted me to the gadget, and grew to turn into me over to any other tech. He told me that NIH got the gadget actually several months ago, and that there have been fewer than 20 in operation via the United States. It's a usual closed MRI design, meaning that the patient lays on a moving table that will be slid into a long tube surrounded by sizable spinning magnets and radiation-spewing beams. I've had either PET and MRI scans before; apparently what makes this gadget exceptional is that, as an alternative of bizarre photomultiplier tubes used on prior PET machines, this gadget has avalanche photodiodes which do not seem to be stricken by the strong magnetic field of the MRI formula, so it might just do a PET and MRI at an analogous time.
The tech told me that the scan would be a bit over an hour long. After I got on the table, he put a brace around me neck to preclude my head movement, He strapped me onto the table, fastidiously placing my arms at my sides, then cinched the straps so I couldn't cross. He put a bulb in my hand and told me to squeeze it if I started to feel claustrophobic or otherwise uncomfortable. He then stuffed earplugs into my ears, then put headphones over the earplugs. I remembered my MRI scan in April 2012 (which established that my cancer had metastasized), after i wrote:
As I felt the noisy thumping of the gadget, like a badly unbalanced washer at some point of a energetic spin cycle, I sensed the fluid in my cells jostling backward and forward, and I felt my pelvis getting uncomfortably warm. I considered the scene from Gremlins where among the important evil critters turned into lured into the microwave, soon accompanied by a inexperienced explosion. I remembered that the floor and walls of the MRI room turned into all tile, and that there turned into a mop and bucket in the nook. That consciousness failed to convenience me. MRI, I put out, turned into an acronym for Microwave Roasted Individual.
Today's scan turned into not pretty as poor as that one, having stated that it turned into with reference to. I spent 90 minutes in that metal tube and the gadget growled and hummed like a cheesy sci-fi movie. I felt my spine heat up since it turned into irradiated. An hour into the scan, I had beads of sweat forming on my face. I couldn't wipe my face, and the more I attempted to ignore my perspiration, the more desirable turned into my prefer to squeeze the bulb so I would possibly actually mop my forehead. I then consciously relaxed, accepted the fact that I turned into hot and sweaty, and embraced my existing nation. Calmed, I rode out the scan for the last 30 minutes.
When the tech unstrapped me from the table, he saw how I had sweated via my the the front and returned of my shirt, and commented how it would possibly get warm inside that tube. I briefly wondered how what percentage of patients have headaches in winding up their scans, then offered a prayer of gratitude that this scan turned into made readily available to me, and that I got via it ok.
I'll get my outcomes in several days. I have already accepted the results, no matter what they be. I do not retain watch over my cancer, and that recognition gives me strength to embrace my existing nation: living one day at a time, having exciting with one moment at a time, accepting hardship as the pathway to peace.