I’m sharing a short post (more later when I’m not exhausted) and will cut to the chase here. . . .  with the good news that the MRI today showed NO problems!  What looked like cysts were indeed cysts.  So I’m cancer-free at the 18 (plus almost two weeks) mark.  None of us is assured good news, and when I get that, I feel humbled . . . and oh-so-grateful.

Because I’ve been on the other side of that equation.

Battlefield Imaging near Ringgold, Georgia does everything possible to make sure that patients don’t leave without hearing their test results.  They don’t want people to experience the anxiety that comes with waiting.  So after the MRI, the radiologist read the images almost immediately, and then he called me in to show me the results.

Here is a photo I took of one of the computer screens of my MRI pictures.  The right side shows my left breast.  The top is today’s MRI, and the bottom is from September 2011, when I got the cancer diagnosis.  The big dark spot near the top right (in the top pic) is the seroma (already refilled a lot since the aspiration almost two weeks ago).  The radiologist said, “The dark spot is your implant.”  I was like, “Um, I don’t have an implant.  That’s the seroma.”  So apparently it looks JUST like an implant!  And the distinct white spot in the bottom picture is the cancer tumor as it appeared in September 2011.  In the color MRI pictures, you can see the part that has died and the outside parts that are active.  MRIs are pretty amazing technology.  The jagged part above the tumor is a blood vessel, as are the distinct other white lines.

I’ll write more later about my experience of the MRI itself as well as of my trip to Savannah.  My time in Savannah was busy, blessed, wonderful.  But for now, I’m tired from all of the activity of the last week, of a range of emotions and experiences.

I’m going to rest this evening.  And be grateful.

I’ll leave you with a taste of my Savannah trip, though.  More to come later . . . .