Tomorrow is my CT scan for my one year cancer check-up. Bonus, they’re also going to send the pictures to my urologist to see if there’s anything going on with my kidneys that we need to know about.
I’m getting a pelvis, abdomen, and chest scan. I get to drink barium and they’re going to do scans without and with contrast. Yay.
It’s been almost a year since my last scan, where they were looking for enlarged lymph nodes or anything else unusual…I think it was before my surgery, but it might have been before my second surgery. Or just after. I sort of remember the test, mostly because they had a problem with the pump that runs the contrast into your veins and the tech had to come out and fiddle with the pump. Talk about anxiety-provoking. I also remember that it was uncomfortable keeping my arm in position with the IV in it for the contrast. Does anyone ever have an IV that doesn’t hurt when you move your arm? Or hand?
I know the CT scan isn’t invasive. I know the worst part is probably going to be drinking the barium. I know the contrast is going to make me feel warm and flushed and like I have to pee. I know the table is going to be uncomfortable. It’s likely I’ll be done in half an hour if everything goes well. Maybe an hour, since I’m getting with and without contrast (last time it was only WITH). But I don’t remember the test per se…how hard was the table, how difficult was it for me to lay on my back, was I able to prop my head up, did my back hurt, did I feel claustrophobic…etc.
I’m still feeling nervous and anxious. I want it to be over.
I know I’ll come home and not be able to share the experience with Mom. I miss her over and over again. Every time I do something. Every time I want to share something small or silly or happy or sad, I miss her.