Today I had a PET/CT scan. As usual, this required that I fast beforehand and follow some other general guidelines (such as no exercise for 24 hours--now THAT one is hard to take, I tell you). These scans also require that I keep a roughly 10 foot space between the kids and myself after the scan for the remainder of the day in case I am shedding radation. As you might imagine, this is difficult for the little ones to understand, and I am so grateful for the older children, husband and grandmas who are quick to hold, help, change or read to smaller siblings in order to distract them from this ordinance.
At any rate, I have now done nuclear tests so often that my kids can recognize the difference in my morning routine on a scan day. Particularly observant this morning, Julia said, "Oh, do you have a scan today?" I confirmed that I did. (I'm sure her ability to recognize this had NOTHING AT ALL to do with fact that I might possibly have been a bit edgy without my morning coffee).
"Will you be radioactive?" she asked next. I confirmed that I would be.
Tony, listening to this from the other side of the breakfast counter, promptly wailed, "Aaaawwwww, I HATE it when you're radioactive!"
Not your typical breakfast conversation to be sure, but a very real part of our crazy reality.
Scan results will be ready Thursday, and I will make every attempt to post them that same day. Thanks for waiting along with me!
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2 comments:
I have been praying for you everyday since our lunch. It was so nice to see you and the girls.
Love, Maura
Thanks for the laugh!
Waiting for results.
Miss ya,
Sarah McCormick
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