My first MRI
Today I had an MRI done on both my knees. Why? About a month ago I fell while helping my brother-in-law build his deck and while my knees have always been crappy, the left knee which took the hit still wasn’t doing much better after a few weeks.
So after getting the name of an orthopedic doctor, Dr. Tim Duffey, from my podiatrist, I headed down for the exam. Dr. Duffey’s GP did the first check and noticed that both of my knees made these nice cracking sounds when she tested my range of motion. Next was x-rays in just about every position know to man. After reviewing the film, Dr. Duffey came in and asked shortly after introducing himself if I had ever had an MRI?
At this point I’m thinking the worst thing that could happen is the scope. What I didn’t think of was what came next, the word Tumor.
See my knees are still growing. That’s not a good thing. So here are my odds 98% benign 1% Malignant from a cancer someplace else in the body 1% Rare bone cancer
So I was rolled into an MRI machine to have scans on both knees.
The MRI wasn’t quite what I thought it would be like. I was expecting jackhammer like pounding. It was more like a very long and loud whirling noise. Jean brought some magazines to read to me but it was so steady, I ended up with just the headphones.
The only discomfort came when my left butt cheek started to cramp. But since my head wasn’t in the machine, this is a prefectly fine trade off.
I was handed my films and then the waiting started…
