MRI Day Scantastic “How was your MRI?” My husband, Ryan, asks when I walk through the backdoor. “Was it scantastic?” I chuckle and think, kinda. Remembering the throat squeezing scanxiety I used to face
I'm unsettled this morning, waiting for my afternoon oncologist appointment. Don't tell me I shouldn't be terrified of hearing my MRI results today. I am terrified. I've been making granola for an hour but I
This excerpt from my memoir discusses the difficulties of “the wilderness”- the post-treatment zone of incurable cancer- with a glimpse of events from just last week. Note: "scanxiety" is what the cancer-world calls anxiety about
