Today’s visit with MD Anderson’s CT machine went as unpleasant as the last. I’m certain that if the machine were alive it would recognize Maggie now and insist that other options for scanning be considered. Just like last time, as forcefully as the special dye was shoved into her vein the barium milkshake was forced from her stomach – all of it. And all over the machine and Maggie. The same scene keeps playing out for every CT scan. Frustrating that we can’t seem to communicate to the tech that we really do know what’s about to happen. And that they had better either change the process or at least be prepared.
Tomorrow is the big day, the day that she talks to the Grand Wizard, Dr. Curley. Jolie and Lisa will be joining her to make sure all the questions are asked (and answered) and the answers brought carefully back to me, in triplicate. If this were a movie, we are at that magical point in the story when the plot changes from hopeless to hopeful, headed toward that happy ending, when that march to happily ever after would start again after a few miraculous surgeries. Come on, happy ending!