So, here was today’s big procedure at UCSF. First, two young women attached nine things called Fiducial markers to my head, shaving a little hair, but greatly helped by my bald spot.
Then I was whisked to a large trailer parked at the hospital loading dock, into which was tucked a GE 1.5 Tesla Signa MRI machine, with all the gear to keep the superconducting magnet cold.
This time my head was taped down before being placed in the antenna/helmut, unlike the previous exercise, but I managed 30 minutes in the machine just fine, breathing deep breaths, counting the passage of time as I did the careful set of breathing – three deep and slow, followed three regular, and began counting each set of six breaths at about a minute.
I started to drift off at one point, put pulled myself back lest I move and goof up a study. Surgeons will use this study, carefully aligned to the markers attached to my head to very delicately dig around in my brain tommorrw. I wanted this scan to be as clean as possible.
I think I’m as anxious today as I am ever likely to be: I think if I can manage a closed MRI under these circumstances, I can probably get through one anywhere. I was even ready to have a seizure in this machine and not ruin the study. Kudos to cognitive therapy, with a little help from ativan…
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