Yesterday I had an appointment for an MRI due to back pain. I have never had such a frightening experience in my life. The technician had me get into a tunnel looking machine that looked like I was about to go into outer space. I was told not to move a single muscle for 45 minutes. They put earplugs in my ears and warned me it about the loud noise. They handed me a small ball that I could squeeze if I got a panic attack. As they moved me into position my heart began to race. I closed my eyes because the inside ceiling of the "Missile" was almost touching my nose. I felt like I was being buried alive. It was dark so I closed my eyes. The noise was as if someone was firing bullets at me very loud. I heard the technician's voice telling me that the procedure would be in 2.5 minute intervals. It went on and on. I began to get anxiety. My heart was beating faster. I wanted to press the ball but kept telling myself that if I did, I would never find out what is causing my back pain. Then around 10 minutes into the procedure I heard Jeannette's voice telling me to be calm. I calmed down after I thought about all the hell she went through battling the breast cancer. I remembered how she had more than 10 MRIs. During one of her MRIs she squeezed the ball and when I asked the technician why he stopped the procedure he said Jeannette could not handle it. I didn't understand at that time but now being in this missile I knew exactly what she endured. My poor Jeannette. She endured so much.
After the procedure was done I was so happy I actually finished. When I got into my car I began to cry. I was so emotional thinking about Jeannette and all that she went through. I miss her so much.
I hope I never ever hear the doctor say, "Gloria, let's get you set up for another MRI."
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