Take a Byte... Umm... Bite of This Cute Cupcake

Been checking out various cupcake recipes on Betty Crocker online today and found this cutie for back-to-school! Celebrate a job well done in the classroom (teacher and/or students) with mini versions or this size:

Source: bettycrocker.com via Leslie on Pinterest

A+ Betty Crocker -- The Web site offers a fun feature where you can fill in up to three items from the pantry and *PrEsTO* it will build a recipe! How cool, right? I thought so. And if you love coupons, you will LOVE Miss Betty! www.bettycrocker.com

As for my cool-for-school selection is that the cutest laptop or what? Bet it is delicious too! I'd definitely take a byte... ummm... bite of that computer! I just love that it is an apple cupcake -- perfect for September-October... Let the fall baking begin! Yay! I started my own festivities this weekend with a 12 oz. pumpkin latte from Starbucks. I even got inspired to create a pie board on Pinterest. I will post a link when it's ready. FACT: Do you know that I have never made a pie in my entire life? That just will not do anymore. I want to start making PIES, dang it! It's a bucket list entry -- it's that important! I really don't want my pain from Neurofibromatosis to get in the way. If my pain can stay within reasonable limits and my energy can hold on here and there for some solid afternoons, we might just be in business, as they say. See building endurance and keeping my energy up (without 12 naps a day) is my current challenge. I would love to be able to bake a pie or two, a batch of cupcakes, and yummy pumpkin bread (a family favorite). We will see. I'm excited about the possibilities, though. I want my body to cooperate SO BAD yet like so many in similar circumstances know it can be disappointing season to season, putting up with constant aggravation, sadness, and missed opportunities. It is nursing those quelched hopes -- big and small -- that finally bring the tears. It is something hard to admit but it is true.

With chronic pain, much of it is out of our control. We do what we can and the rest we have to
deal with day to day and sometimes minute to minute, watching that timer like a nervous, first-time baker...waiting for that delicious cookie to rise.

Nerve pain is the the hallmark of Schwannomatosis or what I call NF 3. Don't tell any doctors or researchers. Heck, do! Why didn't they just call it that? Anyone know? Anyway, nerve pain, especially this brand, listens to no one. I mean NO ONE! It is the ultimate devil, the robber of life, the arch-enemy. I think you get the picture. Just ask anyone who has it. It is as haunting, even more so, than anything you find on Oct. 31. Let me make myself clear: the pain is scary, the people with the condition, like myself, ARE NOT! The adjectives that describe nerve pain are telling: stinging; jolting; radiating; numbing; burning; zapping; and more... The list could fill a large billboard. But I'd rather see a billboard photo of cute cupcakes (like above) or an ad for Dancing With the Stars' hottie Maks! Oh, don't act like you don't know WHO I speak of! Mr. Chmerkovskiy! (Brief side note: Good thing the contestants of Bachelor Pad did not get his last name at the Spelling Bee last week! Who knows how long that bee would have lasted! Those poor child judges.

As a person dealing with chronic pain issues 24/7, (my unscripted reality show) I have good days and not-so-good days and bad days. Fingers crossed with an upcoming medicine adjustment, I might be able to do more and actually sleep less. With that hope, I am making a list of Fall Fun Activities/Goals. You can do the same. Steal a few of mine, add a few of yours... Include them
below in the comments section! I love hearing from people! So when you have a good
day you can access the list and pick an item. Why not, right? If you have a significant other, children, extended family, etc., your list may look a lot different. Just remember to include 1-2 items for JUST YOURSELF. Like a massage. Too much $$? A lot of places run deals, so
don't automatically put the kibosh on pampering! Phone apps & newspaper & radio ads are
great places to start looking for % off.

My body is Ahhh-ing already just thinking about a SPA day.

With a new pain doctor working on my case and a hopeful spirit, I hope YOU & I, my reader, can enjoy autumn out and about... even if it's just a little bit. It is, after all, my favorite time of year!





A Few of My Autumnal Options
*Visit a pumpkin patch
*Make a pie from scratch
*Make seasonal cupcakes
*Visit craft store for inspiration
*Order festive dog collars for my fur babies
*Spend morning or afternoon at coffeeshop reading or writing at leisure

*Read political cartoons to offset the blistering candidate commercials
*Take autumn walk on cool, brisk day
*Enjoy tossing frisbee with puppy, Oliver
*Get a massage
*Enjoy a pedicure so my toes have autumn flair
*Go to local library & read magazines
*Make meeting of local writers group
*Visit church during off-hours to pray, listen
*Stretch right hand to strengthen mobility
*Try to journal with pen at times instead of with just computer (My left hand is at bit more difficult to write with given it is not my dominant hand. Journal with both and be
patient!)
*Last, but NOT least, make dog treats for "the kids."



***READERS, DON'T HOLD OUT ON ME! What are some of your favorite autumn treats? Don't forget: I would LOVE to hear your ideas and plans for fall.

 ©The Healing Redhead

With Chronic Illness Comes An Identity Crisis of Sorts

Writing to a friend with Neurofibromatosis, an excerpt:

I've never been used to the fact of going to do something now and how it wears me out. Never ever was it like that before. Even a family event like you mentioned. It's crazy. Even a day of doctor visits or errands around town puts me in bed! Who am I? With Neurofibromatosis, I am always asking myself this question. Or, more accurately, where did *I* go?



***Readers, can you relate? Do you feel that some of yourself has been lost since diagnosis? What have you done or would like to do to reclaim that sense of you?***


 ©The Healing Redhead

I Have Two Middle Names... It's Been That Way For Awhile!

My mom blessed me with Renee as a middle name on February 19, 19-NOYB. Just kidding. It was 1977. The day I was born. Sweet lil' redhead...

As the kid in me grew up and life progressed, I gained a new name, at least mentally. I became Leslie "Worry WART" Einhaus. The last few years the anxiety has overwhelmed me, zig-zagging my mind, working me up feverishly at times. I even had my first panic attack last year. And several since then. The YIKES! moments seem to be adding up! Some of the anxiety could be a side-effect of the multitude of medications I take daily. I hope that could be part of the equation. Fingers crossed. Yoga breath. Yoga breath. YO-GAAAAHHH Breath. Maybe this uneven breathing won't last forever. Inhale. Exhale.

I do have good days free of anxiety (although rare) and other days not so much. This happens mostly on hospital days, on the way to doctor appointments, during an extreme pain day, or when I pick up that RX and its cost rivals that of a boutique designer purse or jewelry. I don't see CCs, I see stars!
(CCs is, of course, Chanel.)

I seem to wear my given middle name well (I do like Renee! Thanks, Mom.) Unfortunately, it's the other one causing all the trouble! When I am out and about -- a true rarity these days -- I run errands, stop by Sonic for happy hour, go grocery shopping, etc. I find the nerves rising quickly, at a moment's notice. I start to feel warm with red splotches erupting across my arms and face. It can go away just as quickly or last for quite a awhile. That's where the Sonic comes in! A cool drink always helps. Nighttime can be the toughest for the worrier. Being tired can bring on the boogeyman & you may never get to sleep! Can anyone relate? Send me your stories at lesliee30@gmail.com. You can also comment below. What about suggestions for nighttime that might help?

I am trying to mentally prepare for my first MRI in over a year-and-a-half and the nerves are getting in gear. Per usual. OK, the nerves started when I found out the MRI got rescheduled to an earlier time. Friday afternoon! Cue the hyperventilation. OK, it's not that bad! I've done this many, many times. The MRIs! More times than Snooki has written and read books. Wait, that's like 4-5... maybe. If she has actually written those books... hmmm... How about as many times as Matt McConaughey has taken his shirt off in movies lately and in Malibu beaches during his off-time. There. That gives you a good picture (Yes, it does!) It also lets you know I am the MRI Queen or at least a contender. I am sure there are other Neurofibromatosis patients (plenty, even!) that have a MRI count just as high as mine. It's so important to stay on top of health concerns and know where the troublesome tumors are and have good physicians by your side. So, with all the experience... why be nervous?

It's the next meeting with the surgeon. What they see on these MRI films later today & Monday will yet again determine my entire future. My life. My dreams. I have already had to make compromises and I don't want to make many more. There I said it & I mean it.

I want to get my current pain issues under control and move on. Can you blame me? I am
ready to find out what is causing this extended pain, numbness, burning, and body aches. And what always, always, ALWAYS comes to the center of my worry focus wheel: I hope I don't have cancer on top of it. Being sprinkled with tumors in my body always raises that lil' pretend TV devil (you know the one, he or she sits on the character's shoulder persuading his/her ideas) that says you have gone this long without getting IT (since 1995) you might get IT this time. I know the fact that my aunt and father passed away from the same condition I have that is known as Neurofibromatosis, just a different variation of it, according to physicians and
scientists. That fear sits with me (the TV devil wagging that red tail, smiling on my shoulder!) reminding me of the scary scenarios. Yet, I know the facts: I am staying up on my
medical appointments and even when I couldn't get MRIs because of having a spinal cord
stimulator implanted, I had CTs scheduled. I have tried to stay as proactive as any worry wart can. Thank goodness worry warts don't get warts! Oh boy! TMI, I know! Sorry.  

The whole reason for this post is that tonight on Pinterest (courtesy of twoellie.com) I came
across a #quote poster I had to share & it felt as though it was speaking directly to me! It
was too amazing not to post. **See Below.**

So later today (Friday, July 20) at 1 p.m. Texas time when I ease my way into a sleek scientific tube, go buy an ice cream cone with your kid or a cocktail for yourself, look out a window and take in the natural scene, kiss your significant other and really experience it with all your senses, smile at your child and make up a story with creative details, take a quick walk at work to gather your thoughts, treat yourself to a latte or green tea, visit with a colleague or call an old friend, call Grandma or an aunt... And even if you can't squeeze it in at 1 p.m. make an effort this weekend. Try to do more things that reflect what life is all about. Worry less. Do only more that puts you in the moment. I will try to do the same! Really. I'm going to try to worry LESS! Think happy thoughts. Maybe with more work at it and time, I can go back to just the one middle name. The official one given to me. I like that just fine. Plus, it looks nicer when I sign my name. Ha!

*** Blog readers: Do you have anxiety issues? Would you like to share tips or experiences? I'd love to hear from you.  


©The Healing Redhead

Source: twoellie.com via Leslie on Pinterest

Neurofibromatosis Awareness in London Free Press

Neurofibromatosis

Neurofibromatosis Awareness Month is NOW -- Let's create some awareness!

Ideas for NF Awareness Month
Wear the Children's Tumor Foundation blue and green NF awareness wristband all month. Wristbands can be obtained by emailing Rosa Perez at rperez@ctf.org.

Create a fundraiser to benefit NF research. You can do any number of things, including: approach your Human Resources department about letting employees wear jeans to work if they
make a $5 donation to the Children's Tumor Foundation; host a bake sale or lemonade stand; and ask a local restaurant or bar to donate part of its proceeds on a particular night.

Put the "About NF" flyer in your community (workplace, public library, popular coffee shops,
civic center bulletin boards, grocery stores, etc.) and pass flyer out to friends and
coworkers. Get the flyer here.

For more ideas, downloads, and an event list for NF Awareness Month, go here.


©The Healing Redhead










To learn about Neurofibromatosis and/or to donate to the cause, go to CTF.

Image: http://www.ctf.org/

So What The Heck is NF, Anyway?

You get the diagnosis and begin dealing with your new life as a person with Neurofibromatosis. Family, friends, co-workers begin to ask questions. You ask yourself the same questions: "How are you holding up?" The answer varies, truly, as much as the weather here in Texas. Downpour and tornado warning one day and sunny, breezy the next. Your body can switch like *that,* a lightning bolt spasm that makes you jump in your chair during dinner or flail and jump from the shooting pains you get every night at bedtime. It's a nightmare day and night at times.

So, before I tell any more tales about my NF experiences, I thought it made sense to give a tutorial of sorts (Don't leave! This is good, important stuff! Promise.) to help those who may not know about NF and for those family members and patients that need a reference guide or a refresher course. Awareness is key and knowledge is power, right? :)

My first answer to the headline question (So What the Heck is NF?) is don't ask Oprah Winfrey.* Second, it's not something you can answer in 2-3 sentences. And no, this isn't a razzle-dazzle fun post but it is a very important one because it gives insight into patient symptoms and promotes awareness of a condition that is rarely, if ever, talked about in families, in the media, in politics, or on Main Street. We need to change that.

*Oprah Winfrey spotlighted NF on her show and ended up getting the facts mixed up and telling
her millions of viewers false information about the genetic disorder. FYI: It is not the
Elephant Man's Disease, Ms. Winfrey.

NF 101 In Session


Cases of Neurofibromatosis are as varied and unique as the patients living with the genetic
disorder. Some cases are non-symptomatic or mild while others can be the complete opposite.
Family members can be similar in the type(s) of symptoms they share or vary greatly. NF can also show up spontaneously without any family history, and we will discuss that more in a minute.

Key: NF patients can have tumors on the inside of their bodies that press on nerves causing pain from mild to severe. Other NF patients have tumors, on the outside, on top of the skin,
often protruding and causing deformities. Patients with internal tumors can have troublesome growths removed surgically but this can lead to nerve damage and also deformities of varying proportions.

NEUROFIBROMATOSIS
Encompasses a set of distinct genetic disorders (NF 1, NF 2, and Schwannomatosis) that causes
tumors, often benign (but not always), to grow along the nerves of the human body. Anywhere a
nerve is, a tumor can grow.

Key: NF can affect the development of bones and skin.
Key: NF can be inherited by a parent (50-50 chance) or maybe the result of a mutation in the
sperm or egg cell. www.ctf.org

Spelling Out A Diagnosis

Neuro*Fibro*Ma*Tosis

Or....

Neuro*Fibro*My Toe is Aching!

Or...

Neuro*Fibro*Ma (To Her Daughter): Find a Cure


I've made all the fun I want from a word and condition I want nothing to do with ever again
but am stuck with eternally until there is a cure.

Key: There is no cure for Neurofibromatosis.

Over two million (that doesn't include loved ones, caregivers, friends, etc.) people are
affected by NF across the globe. I find it staggering especially when fellow patients can' find the medical care (specialists) they need. NF is more prevalent than cystic fibrosis, Duchenne muscular dystrophy and Huntington's Disease combined. www.ctf.org

Amazing, huh?

Profile of NF 1
Called von Recklinghausen or Peripheral NF

1) One in every 3,000 births
2) Patients with NF 1 may have: blindness; disfigurement; dermal, brain, and spinal tumors; loss of limbs; cancerous growths; and learning disabilities.
3) Fifty percent of NF 1 patients have learning disabilities. The potential for learning
challenges is five times more common in the NF 1 community than in the general population.
A patient may show no signs or symptoms or 1-2 of the above. It is not an all or nothing
scenario with NF patients. Each person dealing with this condition has his/her own set of
challenges and difficulties, whether it is blindness, surgeries, or spinal growths.

Profile of NF 2
Called Bilateral Acoustic NF (BAN)

1) One in every 25,000 births
2) Patients may experience multiple growths on the cranial and spinal nerves.
3) Patients usually deal with tumors on their auditory nerves that affect hearing. Loss of
hearing in the teens and 20s is the tell-tale sign of NF 2.
4) Patients must deal with an increased risk of nervous system tumors.
5) Patients can have vision difficulties, including orbital tumors and cataracts.
6) For a person with NF 2, tumors grow on the eighth cranial nerve in both ears.


Schwannomatosis
Most recently identified

1) One in 40,000 births
2) Eighty-five percent of Schwannomatosis cases are sporadic with no previous family history and 15 percent of cases are inherited.
3) Chronic pain is usually the first sign of Schwannomatosis. It usually outweighs any neurological challenges. www.ctf.org
4) Patients do not typically develop canerous tumors.
5) About one-third of people living with Schwannomatosis have what is called Segmental
Schwannomatosis. Tumors are limited to a single part of a patient's body, i.e. section of
spine or right arm.

Neurofibro-get-your-tosis-together-and-get-out-of-my-body

I don't know know how many times I've said it or how many more times in the future, but at
least there is hope...FOR A CURE! Physicians are working. Researchers are working. Even some
patients are doing their part fund-raising, creating awareness in their own personal ways. We
fight through pain, exhaustion, the looks and stares, the side-effects of pills and the side-effects of NF.

Neurofibromatosis is here now... But NOT forever!

To donate to the Children's Tumor Foundation, Ending NF Through Research, go here.

 ©The Healing Redhead

Source: tumblr.com via Leslie on Pinterest

YouTube provides patients, families with NF resources

You've heard of The Cat Lady, the 100s of laughing babies made famous on YouTube, the countless furry friends doing tricks with a flying frisbee, piano, or even a plastic pool. What YOU may not know is that YouTube has its share of videos on Neurofibromatosis. Yes, NF! Some include patient stories while others detail physician descriptions on what we, as patients, have to look forward to in the future in terms of medical trials, latest science, etc. Of course, there are more graphic videos of actual fleshy tumors and even surgeries, but I didn't focus on that. There is enough information on NF -- even Schwannomatosis! -- that it can be a resource for patients and families to go to for information, for hope.

You can start out by typing in: Neurofibromatosis, Schwannomatosis, and then Children's Tumor Foundation. To give you an idea of what is available, I will feature -- from time to time -- a video I find on YouTube. Last night, I found one that tells a story of a husband and wife. The wife, Jill, calls Schwannomatosis the "intruder" that enters their lives and never leaves. It is a poignant and passionate talk told from the caregiver's prospective. When I saw it I knew I wanted to share it with you all. Warning: You may need a tissue or... two.

This talk allowed me to know there is someone else out there dealing with the same beast I am
-- every day. Because Schwannomatosis is so rare it is easy to feel alone at times. This talk
allowed me to see that others face the same obstacles I do (although I wish they didn't). The talk was honest, heart-felt, real. Take a look.

Here is the video.


It is such a powerful message. One that more patients & families need to hear.

You can access YouTube here.

Type in key words in the search box located at the upper right-hand side of the screen. Don't hesitate to make your own video & share your NF story with the world! Create more awareness!

The Children's Tumor Foundation Web site http://www.ctf.org/


©The Healing Redhead

Senior Year I Was Donning a Different Gown

It was 1995, I was attending Lewiston High School, in Lewiston Idaho, and was a proud Bengal, the mighty tiger. I painted the senior parking lot, decorated halls for Homecoming, held strong as I perched on the rocky hillside refurbishing the "L," THE senior class project, the "L" that represented our town, our year, us. From the small community of 50,000, you could see the bright-white "L" (actually formed using rocks) and the highway that brought people into the valley and sent them away. For many of my classmates, this town was their North Star and always would be. Yet for others, behind the "L" meant road signs and roadblocks leading to destinations and dreams, much, much bigger than the valley we called home.

It's that feeling of striking out on your own and I always wanted to go to the University of Montana and study journalism. My high school mentor "Mrs. A" told me to never sacrifice my dreams if I wanted something big from life. Even then, as I worked on the school newspaper, I had warning signs life would not be easy. Many Wednesday nights, when the newspaper "went to bed" and we stayed well past the last school bell and well into the night, I had to take Tylenol in excess of the dosage because the nerve pain in my legs was so severe. I said little of my pain and was discreet when taking my pills from my backpack.

On other evenings, my peers filled out application packets to out-of-state schools and
Catholic colleges in Washington and Montana while I spent my nights bent over my desk chair
stretching this way and that hoping, just hoping, the pain in back of my legs -- the nerve pain -- would stop just long enough so I could get some sleep. If I was lucky enough to get a few hours of sleep, I might be startled awake by an electric shock of pain, the nerve sending
me a nasty message. It seemed nerves only spoke (and continue to speak to this day) in harsh tones, dirty, mean.

The body seems so innocent, like the sky, my appendages the clouds, lilly white from little
sun, then lightning comes, the nerves zig-zaging through the sky. Then what do I hear? Thunder. Rain. Anxiety. Tears. More lightning. More tears. Until the storm passes...

The first time I went into one of the machines my teeth hurt afterward from holding my jaws so
tight. I'm not gonna lie, it felt like I was lying in a casket, a weird scientific contraption where physicians can study you after you're dead. After too many nights floundering on the exercise bike at 2 a.m., (my Dad thought the bike routine helped the pain) I didn't care what kind of contraption I had to lay on or in if it led to an answer or two. My parents sent me to a local neurosurgeon, Dr. Hill, but first I needed a MRI:  Ping. Ping-g-g-g-g-g-g.  PING!!!!
P-P-P-P-I-N-N-N-G-G-G!!! PING! PING! PING! P-pppp-iiiiiii-ng!!!! P-ppppppppppp-iiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIII-NNNN-GGGG!!! PING. PING. It was loud. Extremely loud. OK, that's an understatement.*

*The noise level of a MRI can reach 120 dB(A) -- equal to a jet engine take off!


THRRIIP. I tried to say a Hail Mary like my Dad told me to but the construction sound of the
MRI made it nearly impossible: "Hail Mary, full of" THOMP! THOMP! "the Lord is with thee; Blessed art..." THOMP.THOMP.THOMP. omp. omp. omp. omp. THOMP!!!THOMP!!!

Even with my little knowledge of construction tools, I was having a better shot at imagining
the machinery of the work crew on a New York City street corner than the prayer of The Blessed Virgin. "Bam.Bam.BamBamBamBamB-b-b-b-bam! BAM BAM,BAM,BAM,BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!!!  Thrip! Thrip! Thrip! Thrip! Thrip!   ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ip ippy-ippy-ippy-ippy
THRIP! BAM! BAM! BAM! THRIP! BAM!  BAM! RUP! RUP! RUP! UP! UP! UP! RUP! THRIP!!! IP IP IP IP
THRIP!!! bam bam

After tons and tons of construction noise or whatever it was (?!?!) inside a plastic tomb, my
first MRI was complete. And to that, I remember erupting, "Amen."

To be honest, MRIs are more a time inconvenience, if anything, now. I have actually gotten used to the coffin-like quarters. Ok, maybe "gotten used to" is a bit strong, but I can handle it when needed. I am not quite like a former co-worker who gloated, "Take a nap in there like I do." Kudos to him, but I don't think I will ever be that chill in the circular tube. I still have an occasional mini-freakout when I open my eyes inside (gasp!) and there's barely a
whisper between me and the top. I like to kid myself, if I really try, and bet that I can stick my tongue out far enough to reach the top. The technicians wouldn't be too keen on that plus I like to stay on their good side. They often poke me with a huge needle (the contrast, they call it) before my scheduled visit is all over. Plus, I would hate to get my tongue caught in that blasted thing for any reason. I don't trust it. Not one ounce.

I have have had some MRIs last less less than an half-hour and my recent record was 2 hours 20 minutes, if I remember right. Somewhere around there. The technician(s) even put music headphones on now but I can barely hear the Mozart or Kenny Chesney over the chainsaw, jack hammer or zup-zup-zup sounds it makes. I try to stay in my head as much as possible and relay
funny stories, light memories from the past, favorite places, favorite books, etc. I don't clench my jaw anymore. I do get a bit anxious after the two-hour mark, though, but who can blame a girl... I've gotta Twitter & Pinterest to check!

I am thankful MRIs have become easier for me over the years and that I am not as claustrophobic as I previously thought. That would make for miserable moments and as often as
I go... I should get a freebie or two by now! Ha ha! Yes, MRIs are never on anyones Bucket List but I've come to tolerate 'em if I come in the right frame of mind. My main issue is the dreaded needle! As many times as I've been poked, I still can't look and there's a chance I may even get dizzy on a nurse. Practicing students, beware. My arm is not a pincushion. Stop after three tries, please! As for the MRI, I have never liked the feeling of the contrast
going through my bloodstream. For a few moments, it makes you feel as though you are the
villain in one of the famous fairytales or action flicks and this is what they finally Do to DO YOU IN! Yeah, it's a trip. Try it sometime. The warmth as it moves through your body:
wrists, face, stomach... Behind the eyeballs is past your garden-grade Halloween trick. Martha Stewart's best couldn't pull off anything that scary or crafty. Or could they? Seriously, feels deadly. The casket, umm, MRI,  moves again, one last time. Coincidence? Hmmm... They call it "Your last round." Will you make it out? Then the creepy sounds start again. DEEP.
EEP. eep. eep. eep. Eep. DEEP. GREEP. GRREEP. EEEEEP!!!! EEEP! Ca-link. Ca-link. Ca-link. CA-LINK! CA-LINK! CALINK!!! Eeeeppp!!!! ... On into the night...


All I can say is Eek! So far, I have made it out safe-and-sound each and every time. According
to one medical blog I visited, around 20% of MRIs are ordered with contrast. (remakehealth.com) The contrast, for those of y'all that don't know, is used to better enhance the visibility of what is being scanned. Some people can have mild to severe reactions to the
IV contrast. I've been lucky, though. I just make sure to get up extra slow from the exam table when I exit the MRI room. Never had a problem, except for the creepy feeling.
#behindtheeyeballs No real side-effects. Thank goodness.  

So, it was 1995. Boyz II Men earned their top hit of the year and Seinfeld's "No Soup For You"
is the hit phrase. I graduated from high school, experience one of the longest weekend of my life (and it doesn't involve a guy!) awaiting a hospital call (how fun!) to hear the results
of a biopsy. The boys (boys in general or Boyz II Men) didn't rate real high at that point right then when you got cancer on the brain!

Finally, I got my answer from the hospital: no cancer! Hooray! I had surgery to remove the tumor in my pelvis the summer following high school. So began what is now 20-plus surgeries
and counting. And it also began my own lessons in how Neurofibromatosis has shaped my life.  And I could not count how many MRIs I have had since that very first one with the start of the Hail Mary. Who knows? It's probably better not to know because it's not like I am going for
the Guinness Book or something!  Ha ha!

 I decided to attend college in the same town I went to high school in, in fact the institutions mere blocks from each other. Mom and Dad even bought a house in the area so getting back and forth would be a cinch. And guys did come back into the picture -- but more on that later in posts to come! *wink

It's never an appointment I'm thrilled about, I'll admit, and not somewhere you want to bring a date, especially if they have metal in their shoes (unless you want them stuck on you for real!)! And so not a chic way to spend a Friday evening, though I've done it & I will do it again (most likely -- thanks to crazy schedulers!) & I'll tell you why. I am very thankful for the technology. If I stay on top of it, and do what I am supposed to do, the MRIs, among a host of other things I will be talking about on this blog, are why I'm still here. Here, as in living. It's worth the noise. Bring it on. I just can't forget ear plugs. Plenty of ear plugs.

And I do get to leave my bra at home. Sounds scandalous enough. I like it!  I'll leave it at that.
  

Just the Facts, Ma'am:

--> In the 1950s, Herman Carr reported on the creation of a one-dimensional MR image.

--> Construction of MRI suites can cost up to $500,000-plus depending on project scope.



 ©The Healing Redhead