I'm an 80s girl who never has a shortage of music videos or pop songs serving as a mental backdrop to what I'm doing at any given moment. Case in point, as I was driving to the hospital's nuclear medicine department this morning in preparation for my bone scan, the song Radioactive played in my brain. If you don't remember it from the days of I Want My MTV, then watch the linked video as a refresher. It was either allow my mind to play the song or drown it out with the Christmas tunes that are already available on Sirius XM. It's a struggle each year to delay Christmas music that I love until after Thanksgiving.
For those who've stumbled upon this blog in search of information on getting a bone scan, let me tell you that so far, it's been pretty simple and the hardest part is over. You get an injection of radioactive tracers into your arm - not an IV, praise Jesus. You're told it has no side effects and shouldn't cause any problems, so you believe it. You're also instructed to drink lots of fluids and eat as you wish during the three+ hours you wait for your bones to absorb the material prior to your return for the scan.
I asked about the safety of being around my children who are out of school for Thanksgiving week. The employee with the needle said it's advisable not to hug or touch them for at least 24 hours. But she just said 60 seconds earlier that it's not harmful and shouldn't cause any problems, right? Whatever. I chose not to give it another thought and rolled with it while the song Radioactive continued to roll in my mind. "Well I'm not uptight. Not unattractive. Turn me on tonight, cause I'm radioactive." I can't wait for my husband's reaction when I sing that to him later tonight. I bet he'll head for the couch. Haha.
As I write this I have one large glass of unsweetened, iced tea down and three to go. I think I'll go get a refill and finish this post after the scan is complete, so hold tight! While you wait, here's a bit of trivia for you: The Firm's guitarist was Jimmy Page, founder of Led Zeppelin, and its drummer, Chris Slade, drummed for AC/DC.
I just returned home. Before I go into the scant details of how easy it was, let me show you the surprise I received before I left the house. Look who came home to accompany me!
That above picture is of my husband Randy and me standing in our dining room before heading to the hospital. His computer at work went kaput and is in the hands of their IT department. He couldn't accomplish anything without his computer, so he came home to drive me to my scan! I planned on going alone, as I do with most appointments because he doesn't like being around anything related to the medical world, so this was a nice surprise. For the record, I don't mind going by myself, as a matter of fact I typically enjoy the alone time.
Now, if you came here looking for details pertaining to having a bone scan, there's not much to say. I didn't have to wear a gown or remove my jewelry. They didn't even ask me to take off my boots, for which I was very thankful because I didn't want them to see that I was wearing my husband's socks! Not to mention I didn't want Randy to notice that I had taken his socks! Me thinks I should do more laundry.
All I had to do was lie on a narrow table that slid partway into a tube. Unlike a noisy MRI, it was extremely quiet. As a matter of fact, I wondered at one point if it was doing anything because it didn't make a sound at all. The tech also remained silent. It would have been a good time for a nap if I were someone who could nap in public places. Oh, to have that gift.
The scan lasted exactly 21 minutes. I could see some of the images on an overhead screen and they looked normal to me, so we'll see. Hopefully I'll receive the results before Thanksgiving.
I know my oncologist doesn't anticipate anything suspicious, I guess because of recent blood work, but was willing to order the bone scan for my own peace of mind. I'm thankful for that. You see, as someone whose glass typically remains half full, I've never thought anything could be seriously wrong with me. I think that's why I ignored the electric zingers that shot through my breast on occasion for at least a year prior to me finding the lump. To think, had I had a doctor check them out when they began, maybe I wouldn't have ended up with a cancer diagnosis. So now, when I feel something out of the ordinary in my body - like the bruised and burning sensations in my bones - I get them checked out. Better to be safe and viewed as a hypochondriac, than sorry.
The moral of this story is be your own advocate, ask for the tests you need (or want), and stay on top of your laundry.
Before I go, here's one more bit of music trivia: The Firm's lead singer, Paul Rodgers, recently toured and recorded with Queen. A poll in Rolling Stone magazine ranked Rodgers number 55 on its list of the "100 Greatest Singers of All Time".
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