MRI + Dr. Scranton + Miracle on 22nd Place

 

After a week of trying to right a wrong with my insurance company to get back on track with my treatment plans, it was off to Lubbock to boot the (hopefully) small tumor out of my brain.  

I'm so grateful for people who have saved me by driving me to appointments (along with too much service to mention) over the last nine years.

One of those top givers in my journey is my Auntie Deb.  I'm so glad she was able to be with me for the day.  

First, it was time to gown up and prep for an updated MRI.  The machine in Lubbock is more advanced than the one in Hobbs, and the doctors wanted to have as accurate of pictures before gamma knife radiation.  

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The tech working with me seemed to not be in the best mood.  He had little interest in my stories of PTSD with IVs.  Convince in his superpowers, he forged ahead with the needle--no numbing meds, no attempt to inquire about someone to access my port--A POWER PORT, I might add.  I warmed about my veins that seem fine, but ALWAYS roll and blow.  He brushed off my concerns, sweaty palms, and stated discomfort, and forged ahead through scar tissue from my college days plasma donation scar into the unknown with little to no care for me.  He jabbed and tunneled and caused bruising and frustration before finally making it to the correct place,  I was not thankful for that.  However, that part of the day was soon over.  

Then, it was time to wait for results and to meet Dr. Scanrton, the neurosurgeon.   

I felt a bit guilty for my frustration and impatience with Dr. Scranton, thinking him unnecessary to my health plan team.  He was very kind and thorough.  He seemed to genuinely care about my life and health and well being. He reported that my lab work looked good.  He asked necessary questions about my health history.  Finally, he pulled up the current scan results.  

After reviewing them for a few moments, he expressed his overall feelings about my desire to fit into the schedule for treatment later in the day.  "I do NOT recommend gamma knife radiation for today."  I could feel my frustrations beginning to bubble over.  "WHAT?!?  Why not????"  

"I don't think you should have it done today because I do not receded brain radiation AT ALL for now.  The tumor recognized from February 2nd is not seen in today's scans.  The previous areas of concern have all revered themselves.  Both the radiologist and myself are of the opinion that there are no tumors in you brain at this time."  

My head and heart and soul immediately stopped trying to bubble over in frustration and thanked God for another miraculous moment.  

I do not pretend to know how to read or explain any of these scans, and I did not take notes.  All I know is that today's scans were carefully reviews and compared with the most recent three from the past years.  Yes, currently my brain shows some signs of scarring from past radiation, but today there is no cancer there.  

 How blessed I continue to be. Yet, I continue to be shown that I still need to grow. 

With struggles and frustrated in things that were beyond my control, I was reminded that nothing is beyond the control of the Lord.  If I would humble myself and trust in His power, I could avoid some much of the anguish in this battle.