My Alzheimer's Journey
Part 70 - Not A Fun Sunday Morning
It is a cold, rainy morning.
Rather than snuggling with our cats at home, I am in an Uber en route to Duke Hospital. I have an unexpected appointment with an MRI machine.
Being confined in a suffocatingly small metal tube, wearing a dreadful gown, and hearing loud banging noises for fifteen (or more) minutes is not my idea of a relaxing Sunday morning.
In the past week or so, I have had three situations that have raised concerns with my awesome physician. Before I receive my eighth Lecanemab infusion Tuesday, she wants to make certain my poor brain isn’t swelling or bleeding.
As much as I detest everything about an MRI, I went into the Lecanemab treatment program knowing the risks were great. When my doc told me yesterday that she was ordering a stat MRI, I politely accepted.
I would be lying if I said this Sunday morning adventure isn’t disconcerting.
Maybe, Duke will serve me a mimosa after I emerge from the tube.
I hope your mri goes well- and you’re supplied with lots of warm blankets and headphones to dampen the machine noise.
Trust the docs will be looking at your imaging straightaway!
Wishing you all the best!🤗