I had heard how terrible and scary MRIs could be. Lots of people get claustrophobic. I didn’t experience any of that. The most difficult part of the process was keeping my breathing shallow so that I didn’t move at all as they did the MRI. I was actually somewhat relaxed – at least much more relaxed than I thought I would be. It didn’t take long. Within 2 hours we were headed down I-77 to Tampa.
By 11am or so I had the news that the MRI really told us nothing about the “contents” of my left breast. Great – we just took some very expensive useless pictures. Or so I thought.
I would spend an entire week thinking this and praying about how this would unfold.