I came home from a meeting at the church this afternoon to a voicemail from the scheduling department at MD Anderson.
Who knew they worked on Sundays?! ... Not me.
My MRI has been scheduled for Thursday at noon.
The message didn't reference a date/time for the follow-up with Dr. H to get the results, so I called scheduling back and left a message, asking if we could move that MRI up in the day, and if I would be able to get the results on Friday. (I am not a fan of waiting until noon to go in for an MRI. I'm claustrophobic, and the anticipation of the scan about does me in (I'm talking, it's a double dose of Ativan experience). Oh, and I don't want to fast until noon (or 1:00-1:30, most likely). For many, many reasons, it is better for me to have an MRI at 7:00 AM, right after I wake up, before I have time to get obsessive, panicky, and hungry It's not a pretty combination, folks. In fact, it's downright ugly.)
I'm hoping they'll call back tomorrow and confirm that I will get to see my dreamy doctor on Friday, and that they'll let me move that MRI, but worst case scenario...
The MRI is Thursday.
By this time next week, I should know exactly what that little hotdog-shaped (and sized) growth in my back is all about.