Guided Biopsy MRI

Monday started my leave. It was odd not to get up and get ready for school. And sad. I really do like the people I work with and the students at school. 
Monday was my guided MRI. I really wasn't sure what was involved in this process. 

I couldn't get in at my place I had gone for my last MRI. It takes a special person to do the guided MRI. I was so glad they were able to get me in. The lady I talked to at the place told me when they were asked if they could fit me in, she did some finagling of the patients coming in so they could fit me in. I thought that was so sweet and nice and kind.
The pants they gave me to put on were too long, so I had to hike them up to walk. That looked pretty comical.
Everyone was really nice. I again asked for 80's music. It started with Bon Jovi's Living on a Prayer. Really difficult not to sing along. 
I was pulled in and out of the MRI machine about seven times. Each time they told me I was doing a good job. My upper arm was killing me so was my thumb. The nurses helped me because I couldn't move. So they moved my thumb and arm so it wasn't disrupting the procedure  They put a clip in that they could see where it was. (They don't set off the airport machines. )
My arms were sore, The pain wasn't as bad as my first biopsy. I was still bound by a 1000 foot huge ace bandage. (that might be slightly exaggerated)



The nurse was so sweet, She wanted to make sure I could back out my car of the really small parking lot they have. 
She said they would have the results in a couple of days. I shrugged. I already have a cancerous mass, I am already going to have chemo, This would not be a shocking phone call. 
While I was being pulled in and out of the MRI, I had a nice chat with God. I told him how thankful I was to have amazing people surround me. I was thankful to have doctors and nurses who are looking out for me. I'm so thankful for all the people God has put in my life.