A few days before dad passed, I got my first MRI.
Getting a breast MRI is a little different from most. I’m standing next to the machine, in my socks and hospital gown, and the contraption on top looks like this could be awkward.
A young man says, “I don’t know how else to explain this, but you need to make sure you are hanging freely.” He says he will leave the room as I get myself arranged.
I had to climb on top, lie down, and arrange my body parts so they “hang freely,” without getting caught on anything, all while trying to arrange the gown gracefully.
I get myself all settled, while stifling laughter, when I realize that there is a large window overlooking the room. Who knows who has been watching my maneuvering?
All the banging and whirling and other odd noises were interesting. I looked down through a hole. They politely provided a mirror in which I could occasionally see someone’s pant legs.
A few days later, the results showed multiple areas of suspicious shadows.
