I hate ultrasounds.
It's not just the unpleasantness of lying in a chilly room, covered in cold, goopy, gel.
It's not just the ugly robe and mind-numbing boredom of lying first on my back and then my sides, as I silently obey commands to, "Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out."
What really gets to me is the fact that there is a screen right in front of me that I cannot interpret. A screen that has the answers to whether the tumours in my liver have grown larger. Or if they have started to invade elsewhere.
I hate that the ultrasound technician, a stranger, can interpret the images yet can tell me nothing.
I really hate ultrasounds.
I see the oncologist on Friday. I hope to have results by then.
Your courage is admirable. And thank you for being able and, more important, willing to share your experiences and feelings with us. I know from your blog what Elka must have felt, but was not always willing to expres to me. As I said, your courage is admirable.
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Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how much this means to me. xo
Sending gentle hugs and lots of warm wishes your way for great news on Friday.
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I have all of my fingers and toes crossed on your behalf!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Pocketina! My fingers and toes are crossed for you Laurie. Let us know how it turns out.
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