The only good thing thing about having an appointment early in the morning is that you’re going home when everyone else is going to work. I’m on my way to my second appointment of the week (and of the day) with the third one tomorrow morning, which will ultimately be an all day thing because they have to observe me for six hours after they’ve done the biopsy. I’m starting to wonder if I should get my mail forwarded to the hospital, I spend so much time there.
Yet another MRI.
So, it turns out that last MRI I had didn’t capture all the images they wanted so I have to have a third this Monday morning. It’s not that I mind having it done because I now know what to expect, it’s just I don’t want to have to go to the hospital again. I’ve got three days in the next week where I’m not working but all of them will be spent at the hospital; tomorrow afternoon is my biopsy pre-assessment, Monday morning is the MRI, and Tuesday is the biopsy proper which will be a whole day. I’m going to try and go to bed early this weekend.
I’ve got my second MRI this afternoon. It’s so they can take a better look at my liver but it’s the biopsy that’ll tell for definite.
I worked out that I have eight appointments coming up in the next two months; six are at the hospital, one’s a stoma check that’s been pushed back since before Christmas, and the last one is to sort out my Pills. I just hope my work can arrange my days off so I don’t have to change any of them.
I’ve got another one for my liver. This one is apparently meant to be a more precise scam so they can look at my liver in more detail. They still want to do the biopsy, I think, but I don’t have a date for that yet.
I had my MRI scan yesterday but I probably won’t get the results for a while though. It took about thirty minutes and apart from it being a little close in the machine, I found it wasn’t that bad. A friend of mine has had a few and she advised me on what to expect. The nurses/technicians gave me ear plugs and headphone which they could talk to me through as well as play music. There were no canulas this time and the pineapple juice was just pineapple juice (something to do with the magnet). Although I don’t usually get claustrophobic, I found it was easier to just lay with my eyes closed and listening to the machine around me. They gave me a panic button just in case but I found I didn’t need it once the scan started.
I saw my surgeon again this morning. He wants to postpone any plans for pouch surgery until after I have seen the liver specialist in January. He’s ordered an MRI scan for after that appointment and then I’ll see my surgeon again in March. I’m not overly happy about having to wait even longer but I’d rather get things sorted with my liver to reduce possible complications during surgery.
The CT scan showed nothing cancerous but it’s possible I have a form of liver disease thats linked to Ulcerative Colitis. I don’t remember exactly what he called it but, according to Google, it might be Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis (PSC), but I’m not sure.