Showing posts with label nerve pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nerve pain. Show all posts

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Part II - Let's Put on Our Superhero Gear: The Cape

It's here! Without further adieu...

The latest flare rudely interrupts a day out with family and later a pain jolt nearly rockets me off the sofa  into the ceiling. I am called as if from my body's pager alerting it is time. Pain has arrived once again. It waits for no one and on it comes. Part of the body tenses and breathing turns rapid. I gulp breaths or even hold my breath, awaiting the next pain tremor.

Nerve Pain 101 A slideshow from WebMD.com explains nerve pain in detail, its triggers, conditions that cause it, treatments, etc. 

For me, worry mode begins. I wish I was more chill, say more into meditation or prayer mode. I am trying but my concentration breaks too easily. My thoughts invade like this: "If I have this surgery or that surgery will I finally be better?" or "Time is lost each day. I want to work and I can't!" or the often-times tear-inducer "What about my goals and dreams... Everything, it seems, is gone! My real life has just stopped. The first half of my thirties... Poof!" Talk about a magic trick!

Will I rest tonight? Who knows... Staring at the clock, hour after hour tends to go by, swallowing pain pills every three to four hours. People marvel how I can take pill after pill tiny tablet to capsule without water. I marvel how my liver and my body overall can last this long on such a routine of high doses of opiods accompanied by anxiety and depression medication. I've been taking a dose of hydrocodone off and on pre- and post-surgery since I was 18. I have had to up the ante now the past three to five years given my pain has surged like something from a fireworks stand on the Fourth of July. We're not talking sparklers either!

Day after day of pain, a patient - at least me - is on HIGH alert like after you go see a scary movie or a political thriller - (one of my favorite genres) you are a bit more jumpy or on edge. At least the day after thinking about it. Around every corner, every bend, even sitting in a dark corner, down a secluded hall... For me, I'm propped on the couch, my usual MO, and the burning will come followed by numbness so intense I have to drop the book, magazine or iPad immediately. Fire. Alarm. The surge of pain in my arm is hot, a fire blazing into my hand. Then as quickly turns numb, unfeeling, the fire is out.
Later, another jolt of pain arrives and the ol' body winces with each passing voltage in the knee, back, shoulder, or neck. Instead of body jolts, I want my life jolted back... brought back, a shred of recognition. Something. A flicker of hope... Yet, I know I have a long way to go from where I stand but it is a shorter distance from where I stood months, years ago.


Writing in general makes me feel alive, so starting this blog, The Healing Redhead, has been a blessing this year. I wished I did have more stamina to do more fiction, more of my book or more of my hobbies like exercise, cooking/baking, and crafting. It can get frustrating when I have so many interests and ideas and my body will not cooperate, support me. But that doesn't mean I can give up, right? Right? I can't hear you!

That is where Pinterest.com comes in handy. I may not feel like hiking in Yosemite today (first, I need to get in shape a bit) or even hiking local hot spots, a favorite pastime, but that doesn't mean that the California dream or weekend hobby is lost forever. I surely hope not! I have always wanted to see Yosemite for myself because of Ansel Adams' work. His photographs have always mesmerized me and the way John Muir wrote about the area has motivated me to put this beautiful postcard destination on my ultimate bucket list! I gotta go! Every time I see a photo it reinvigorates my spirit and determination!
Yosemite National Park 

Yo, how could you NOT want to go too?

For years, I have had New Zealand on the list as well! I mean it's hard to resist. I could talk to friends, family and even [blush] strangers about Christchurch and its surrounding beauty. I was INTO NZ! Its tourism board should SO cut me a check. I could go on and on! I even had honeymoon plans and no honey! How funny is that? I really wanted to go! Then, I saw this special on (of ALL things!) a shopping channel {blame my Mom!} about Vienna, Austria. Shock: I didn't buy anything! I did come away with an absolute LOVE of Vienna and its overall aesthetic beauty and its history, architecture, and performing arts. All from a shopping channel. I KNOW! CRAZY, RIGHT? It's not the History Channel by no means but it gave me enough nuggets of info that I started my own discovery of Austria. So move Vienna up that bucket list, y'all! New Zealand got put on the back on the plane, so to speak.

It is so important to have a few dreams you hold close. If you aren't sure what you want, Pinterest.com may be perfect for making a Dream Board or Bucket List Board or an In the Future Board. It can be small items or big items or a combo of the two. I even include a board of supplies, helpful gadgets, facts, inspirational quotes that might be helpful for people with chronic pain. You are welcome to check it out! Find it located on the "The Healing Redhead" board on my Pinterest account. Repin all you like! Remember: You can check out my Pinterest site any time. Just click the big red P to the right. ***If you have a favorite chronic pain product and/or recipe, e-mail me and I will feature it on my Web site and on Pinterest. Of course, I'll give YOU all the credit!*** Just e-mail: lesliee30@gmail.com.


                                                                         
The areas in my body begin burning, jolting, and misfiring. It seem like the Devil's work and I never remember signing a contract with that red monster. The pain zaps in my back and in my leg. After being so patient, I am about to lock horns with that pain scale or whoever seems to be in charge of it. Day after day after day I am met with excruciating pain. I might get a break in between but you know The Pain with a capital P will be back you just don't know when...
It does happen. I finally let loose, l let the tears fall. I may seem strong in public at the doctor's office, grocery store, running to the pharmacy, and generally with people I exchange conversations with at the check-out stand, restaurant table, or at the occasional trip to the yogurt shop. It is a quiet sob and the wetness on my cheeks is cold against the forward motion of the standing fan, oscillating, oscillating. I would never put an enemy through this kind of pain... Well, except that ONE gal from high school... Kidding, only kidding. Seriously, no one should go through this. No one. When nerve pain strikes, it is mind-blowing, the color red, the word blazing, the word unrelenting... It is real & it takes everything a patient has, physical and mental, to endure its wrath.

With Schwannomatosis, the condition (www.ctf.org/) I have, tumors press on and against nerves & that is what causes my nerve pain along different parts of my body. I am wondering, how many tumors I actually have in this 5'9 frame of mine? Yet... Do I really want to know? Doctors have always shielded me from the big number and focused on the case at hand. That's when there's a plus side to the invisible nature of my condition. I don't have to know EVERY detail. I need to be concerned about the ones hurting me and the ones that might turn malignant although I've been told the chances are low that will happen. I still think it is important to stay on top of things and keep going to my doctors and surgeons on a regular basis and do my scans. Although, it is my most dreaded chore.

                                                                               

I press my fingers at different points on my body, searching like a physician or perhaps the TV crime show coroner who investigates a body looking for answers posthumously. Yes, I just said THAT! Wanted to make sure you were listening... or still reading! {wink}

I press just below my hip bone, a-ha, a possible growth. That explains all the pain around my right leg -- one of the areas of pain. When I am in pain, I tend to need quiet around me and I am still, quiet myself. The television cannot be blaring with yet another episode of Law&Order, its special theme song and signature "dun-dun" it is so famous for around the world. Even as much as I love hearing the lil' nugget of pop culture go by, I have to focus on my body and the pain. Instead of hearing the two single notes and breaking into a grin, my teeth clench and my body braces for the next attack. I can't afford a smile right now. If I stay still sometimes, I feel as though... ZAP! ZAP! Two different areas. Zap! In my hand. I feel as though I will be rewarded. With no pain. Not the case this time. Holding still doesn't mean anything for me. It just psychologically helps me make it through the tough nerve zaps, the ones that shoot and arc through my body as if something is chasing it, hunting it down much like so many of the "perps" in Law & Order Criminal Intent, SVU and my new favorite, the British Edition on BBC-Television.

                                                                             

It can be so difficult living day-to-day with these pain conditions, caring for our own families, if we can, dealing with the guilt if we can't, and going to doctor appointment after doctor appointment, scheduling, getting the bills, refilling prescriptions, and just living day-to-day.
My nerves overwork themselves each time in the big waiting room and the little waiting room because you never really know what Dr. _ is going to say or prescribe this time around. I try my best to read or text, distract myself somehow, but I'll be honest, it rarely works whether I have the 8:15 a.m. appointment or the 3 o'clock. I tap my feet and wait for the nurses each time to read the names from the plain folders like we, the patients, are award receipts (how ironic) and later in the little patient room, I'm staring at the plain white door and waiting, waiting, waiting for it open... Then, Viola, the door finally opens! Hooray, by then you feel it is time for a party or cocktail or mocktail at least. You've waited so long.

                                                                       
Even though we might have unforgiving illnesses we still need to make time for laughing, relaxing, working toward goals (big and small), and loving life -- even if that means just a mocktail or a trip to the craft store, that's something! So, even if I didn't see that Law & Order because of my pain I can catch a show spin-off or DVR one, no problem. It's not very hard to find that show on TV! Ha! So, please just spend some quality time with those you love & with yourself. You have to spend that awful time in pain, too, right? You know when the pain triggers and emotions get the best of you. Don't begin to resent yourself. The worst possible thing we can do is give up on ourselves. We might not be able to pursue certain dreams right now but that doesn't mean we can't dream at all, daydream, brainstorm, pin, read, rest, watch, and best: DO at least a little... Enjoy a hobby. Travel to your favorite hideaway or a new place with a beautiful vista, your Vienna, your Yosemite! It doesn't even have to be very far away. There are quite a few places locally I want to see and experience in the coming months. If I do 'em, great! If not, they're on the list for next time! Go at your own pace & have fun! Fingers-crossed, it's a pain-free adventure!

Saving the World
with Capes n' Tiaras
(via Pinterest)
There's a quote I spot every now & again about owning a tiara and a cape and if you had those two items (and wear them!)
YOU COULD / CAN RULE THE WORLD! Some days our capes go missing or we leave the cape at the cleaner's but most of the time you know what? We just have to strap on those invisible capes and do the best we can. We're strong! We battle the beast of pain & chronic illness regularly... And NOT just one month out of the year! This is a 365 days, 7-days-week, 24-hours-a-day (better-believe-it) condition! We have battle scars to show for it! But we are not quitters! We want life, we're in it! So tiaras & capes, why the heck not! Even with invisible illnesses, We Can RULE the world!
Who's with me?

What color is YOUR cape? As Pinterest attests, Glitter is A color! I think I like midnight blue! How about you? **Men, you gotta improvise! You got the cape! Maybe stellar shoes, or a hat that is a show-stopper! Tell me in your comments below. I would LOVE to hear 'em!

Let me just say... Awareness week may be over, but that doesn't mean we stop. If we want the stigma to change we need to educate and make Invisible Illnesses visible by showing the world WE ROCK & that we ARE visible. We need to make our stories visible. So... on days we don't feel good, let people help. I've noticed with my Mom if I tell her how I feel in terms of the pain scale (1-10) she understands better than me saying, "The nerve pain is acting up again." Plus, it helps me to quantify it and compare whether my pain was worse or better than the last pain surge. This may not work for everyone but it is something that can help some patients connect and/or reconnect with friends and loved ones.

While we are communicating that message, fasten that cape & tiara!

It's going to look fabulous on you! Remember, we ROCK!

Before I go, I have song that is special to me that I find inspiring as writer, patient, and simply, as a person. I hope you enjoy it and find some truth nuggets within! It is called... The Cape & its by legendary Texas singer/songwriter Guy Clark. Thought it was a bit apropos given our whole theme here and a perfect way to close this two part series. --The Healing Redhead

Guy Clark singing "The Cape" live with Verlon Thompson in 2010

Sunday, September 2, 2012

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:


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

Friday, January 20, 2012

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