Yesterday morning came way too early! I had to be out of the house by 6:45AM...after getting very little sleep the night before. I crawled out of bed just after 6AM, got ready (can't get a CT scan without make-up on!), and nursed Benjamyn. (I was told that I shouldn't nurse Jammie for 4-6 hours following the scan because of the dye that they inject.) I drove to the hospital, checked in and waited nervously for the technician to call me back. When he finally called my name, I bombarded him with questions: "How long will it take?", "Are you good with IVs?", "What are you looking for?", "Will the dye hurt when it is injected?"... He was super patient and explained everything very thoroughly. He had me get changed into a gown and robe. (Very sexy, to be sure! Hence, my need for make-up.) When I was changed, he took me into the CT scan room and had me lay on the table. I believe he told me to "get comfortable". (Seriously?! I don't think so.) He explained what was going to happen - he was going to take two pictures without dye contrast, then one picture immediately after the dye went in, then another two pictures 5-10 minutes after the dye was injected. Then he put the IV in. I am more than a little nervous about IVs. He did a great job - got it in on the first try. When the IV was taped in place he had me put my arms above my head and slid me into the scanner and left the room to run the machine. After two pictures he came back and explained what the dye would do. He said that the dye is actually thicker than blood, so it may have a problem being injected... if that happened, he would have to restart the IV. (I was definitely praying that the dye would go right in without any issues.) He said that I may get a warm sensation and a metallic taste in my mouth, and that it may feel like I "wet myself". He was right, I got a warm sensation and a metallic taste in my mouth... then I was SURE that I "wet myself"! I looked at him and said, "Ummm... I think I DID wet myself. Are you sure I didn't?!" He just smiled and nodded. Within seconds I felt normal again. (Whew! I would've been so embarrassed!) I did feel a little dizzy, which he told me was normal in a few people. (Great! At least I am normal compared to a few people.) When the dye was all injected he left the room and took one picture. He came back and talked to me while we waited the 5-10 minutes before the final two pictures. He told me that his wife had gone through this same thing just a few weeks before. She had blood in her urine, went on antibiotics for a bladder infection, then went back in for a follow-up and still had blood in her urine. She had a CT scan and cystoscopy, and it turned that she is one of 1-2% of people who walk around with blood in their urine. I told him that I was so thankful for him, that his wife had a good result. Then I asked him if I had something terrible, if I'd have to wait for my appointment on Thursday to find out. He said that, if he saw something terrible, he'd call the radiologist in and the radiologist would call my urologist and my urologist would call me. I said, "I suppose you can't tell me if you saw something terrible." There was a long pause - the longest pause of my life, it seemed - and he said, "I didn't see anything terrible." (AMEN!) (He had explained earlier that the pictures taken immediately after the dye was injected would have been the pictures that would likely show cancer.) After about 10 minutes he, again, walked out of the room and took two more pictures. When he came back into the room, he took the IV out of my arm and helped me get off of the table. I asked him if he saw anything terrible in the last pictures and he said he thought that he only saw a couple of kidney stones. I thanked him for his kindness, and for being patient with me. He took me back to the dressing room and I got dressed, then he showed me how to get out of the hospital. I thanked God as I walked to my truck.
Around 3:30 in the afternoon my urologist called. I was very nervous, since the technician had told me that my urologist would call if there was something terrible on the CT scan. The urologist and I shared pleasantries - "hi", "how are you?"..... - then he said, "Well, it looks like you have an 8mm stone in one kidney and several smaller stones in your other kidney." I was practically jumping up and down, so thankful. He said that we would talk about how to remove them at my appointment on Thursday, and that he still wants to do the cystoscopy "just to be thorough". He sis mention shocking the larger stone. That sounded harmless enough, until he explained that it was a surgical procedure and I would have to be sedated. I hate being put to sleep!! He said that we would talk about all of my options on Thursday and I thanked him for calling.
While I was praising God that it wasn't cancer, I was starting to worry about the treatment options. I am scared about the options. Not one of the options is pleasant. They all include risk and pain. I am so thankful that God has delivered me from the worst scenario, but can't help but have fear of what is yet to come. I just need to remember... Faith the size of a mustard seed...faith the size of a mustard seed...faith the size of a mustard seed.
My mom sent me an email with some wonderful healing Scriptures. I am going to spend my time standing on those Scriptures.
Around 3:30 in the afternoon my urologist called. I was very nervous, since the technician had told me that my urologist would call if there was something terrible on the CT scan. The urologist and I shared pleasantries - "hi", "how are you?"..... - then he said, "Well, it looks like you have an 8mm stone in one kidney and several smaller stones in your other kidney." I was practically jumping up and down, so thankful. He said that we would talk about how to remove them at my appointment on Thursday, and that he still wants to do the cystoscopy "just to be thorough". He sis mention shocking the larger stone. That sounded harmless enough, until he explained that it was a surgical procedure and I would have to be sedated. I hate being put to sleep!! He said that we would talk about all of my options on Thursday and I thanked him for calling.
While I was praising God that it wasn't cancer, I was starting to worry about the treatment options. I am scared about the options. Not one of the options is pleasant. They all include risk and pain. I am so thankful that God has delivered me from the worst scenario, but can't help but have fear of what is yet to come. I just need to remember... Faith the size of a mustard seed...faith the size of a mustard seed...faith the size of a mustard seed.
My mom sent me an email with some wonderful healing Scriptures. I am going to spend my time standing on those Scriptures.
And healing shall spring up quickly.
Isaiah 58:8
Who his own self bore our sins in his body on the tree, that
We, being dead to sin, should live unto righteousness, by
Whose stripes we were healed.
I Peter 2:24
He sent his word, and healed them, and
Delivered them from their destructions.
Psalm 107:20
Daughter your faith has made you well, go in peace,
And be Healed of your disease.
Mark 5:34
Whatever you ask for in Prayer with faith you will receive.
Matthew 21:22
And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the
Lord thy God, and wilt do that which is right in his sight,
And wilt give ear to his commandments, and keep all his statutes,
I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have
Brought upon the Eqyptians: for I am the Lord that healeth thee.
Exdous 15:26
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases.
Psalm 103:3
My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings.
Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst
Of thine heart. For they are life unto those that find them
And health to all their flesh.
Proverbs 4:20-22
But he was wounded for our transgressions he was bruised
For our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
And with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5
Heal me, O Lord and I shall be healed; save me,
And I shall be saved; for thou art my praise.
Jeremiah 17:14
Thank you for your continued prayers.
In Him, Beckie
In Him, Beckie
