B-b-b-bone scan

Ah well, home again. The day has been conquered.

Basically, it went well.


I’ve noticed that when Zsolt accompanies me into any sort of consultation or treatment, he’s assigned a chair. This chair is always to the side. But the thing is, Zsolt is part of my treatment – when they talk to me they need to talk with him too.

So I’ve started asking him to sit beside me. For instance, today while I was laying on the bed about to receive an injection of radiation (I literally become radioactive) I asked whether my husband could come closer. The nurse had assigned him a seat in the corner of the room. She said no problem, and he came round by the bed. Because my arms were occupied he held my feet instead.

Quick tip: Anyone who gets nervous while receiving needles, I suggest you have a friend or loved one accompany you and rub your feet. What a great difference it made. Having that second physical sensation took my mind off the pinch.

That was stage one of the bone scan: get injection.

Stage two of the bone scan: wait.

Since we came on the bus, it wasn’t worthwhile to return home. Instead Zsolt and I struck out for the only green space available  – the cemetery.

I love cemeteries. They are a refuge from the busy, loud world. And while literally surrounding myself with death sounds morbid, it isn’t. Believe me, it isn’t. My father used to take me to old cemeteries and we would read the inscriptions. People display real sentiment on grave stones; love shines through a handful of words, so why be afraid? Anyhow, I love cemeteries. They are history and family and nature and art and love and culture.

We took a walk between the graves, and I sipped on my water (4 cups of water must be consumed within those two hours). Eventually we found a patch of grass that bordered a plot of land with large horses, so we spread out the blanket and laid back in the sunlight.   The horses scratched themselves on fence posts, and I watched the clouds drift by.

Too bad my bladder didn’t enjoy the scenery – it filled to the brim and I jumped from beside Zsolt, making a break for the nearest toilet.

Stage three of the bone scan: the bone scan.

This is easy. A breeze. Nothing to it.  Zsolt and I went into the scan room, he was assigned his usual ‘corner of the room’ chair and I had my scan. The plates come very close to the face, but if you close your eyes that isn’t a problem. The only demand is to stay very, very still.

Meanwhile, Zsolt was chatting with the nurse (tip: bringing a partner into the scan room means they can quiz the nurses while you are laying there unable to move. She told him our doctor has a very good reputation for breast cancer surgery, and has a particular interest in young people). And while Zsolt had his talk, I listened to “Think” sung by Aretha Franklin play over the radio and remembered that awesome scene from the Blues Brothers in the diner.   Fried chicken and soapy dishes, with awesome back-up singers snacking at the counter.  I love that movie.

And Bing! Scan’s ready. They kept us five extra minutes to confirm the quality, but everything was fine so off we went.

There you go – a full body bone scan in three stages.

Tomorrow comes the CT scan. I’m not sure what it involves (apart from X-rays), but so long as it doesn’t induce vomiting or black outs, it’s okay with me.

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4 thoughts on “B-b-b-bone scan

  1. Hi Catherine,

    When I look at your painting of your bone scan, what I see is the face of a bald eagle which is my second most important animal totem, representing intelligence. The yellow halo around him is my favourite energy colour which represents clarity and intelligence. You have drawn a beautiful, positive picture.

    Your little Canada moose sure looks warm and fuzzy… Humm, just what you felt when Zsolt was holding your feet.

    CT scans are easy. You just hold very still like you did for the X-rays. There’s a hospital which has a picture of my brain. I snuck a peak at it – there were no tumours and I thought my brain looked pretty “cute”. I met Tony right after that since the specialists couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Tony did what the specialists couldn’t do – got rid of my pain in 3 days.

    Wishing you well on your CT scan.

  2. Catherine- continuing to pray for you as I go about my days.

    I lived in Chicago during part of my childhood..have fondnest for the Blues Brothers. Recently for a promo my oldest daughter used the Blues Brothers sunglasses look for a promo ad on the school newspaper they were launching. Makes on want to try hamonica playing somedays.

    Had the opportunity to see Aretha in concert once in Montreal…wow!!!
    She has such amazing stage presence. Don’t know if you recall that she wore bedroom slippers in the diner scene but this was actually a fashion accessory a certain group of “cool” girls wore to school in my high school years. Personally I need more arch support and being a little red haired kid from Montreal I already stuck out in the crowd more than I was confortable with…we also owned a Corgi…sure not the “in” dog outside Chicago in those days.

    Have you ever seen “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” Whoopi Goldberg??
    Bit of Stones, bit of Supremes type music in it.

    -Sandie

  3. Okay, so I thought I was kind of wierd for enjoying walking around cemetaries! Thank you for being a kind of ‘soul sister’ that way. I think about suggesting it to my group of friends as something to do, but I hesitate, because it might seem odd.
    But really, peaceful gardens, trees, quiet, who wouldn’t want to spend an hour or two learning about those who have gone before us?

    Have a blessed night girl,
    Kathy
    ; )

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