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After some texting back and forth with Brady just now, we think his MRI count is at eighteen. My how life has changed from the fight to get an MRI to now, having this many over the course of just a few years. Say what you will about the safety of scans, but they feel safer than not knowing about tumours and whatnot. I am incredibly grateful for the technology that exists in this department.
I used to post about every MRI and their results as soon as they were available. That is, until the scan in summer of 2023 showed a brain mass. We weren’t ready to talk about that yet, so we didn’t. We kept it under our hats (HA! Head joke) until Brady has his seizure in January. And for the most part, you guys all know the rest from there.
Between Bradys scan that showed a change in his brain and his seizure, he had scans regularly, watching and waiting to see if it was growing or changing or developing in any way. And thats where we lost count.
So, after counting up what we have on the calendar, plus at least one that happened while Brady was already admitted to hospital, we believe, as of yesterday, that number is a whopping EIGHTEEN.
That 🙌 is a LOT of MRIs.
Yesterdays MRI wasn’t one that felt scary or intimidating. The goal was to find a new baseline. Quick rundown!
Brady had brain surgery. Thats not news anymore. So naturally, his brain looks a lot different than it did before. Black hole. Screws. Plates. All the things. Then, after surgery, he got into radiation, and did that for six weeks. Radiation serves an important purpose, but it also causes damage. A wound. Swelling. All of which is normal and expected. So, we waited three months after radiation was over with, giving Bradys brain time to heal up all the way, and now we are getting our new baseline picture of whats going on in there. Rowan calls it the “new original.” I thought that was super smart.
While I was finishing up cooking supper yesterday, Brady called to me “You ready?” and started excitedly read to me the findings of his MRI report. No signs of any tumour left. We whooped and celebrated and the kids looked at us like we’re crazy. And I get it, because he read out a couple of long sentences of medical jargon that would’ve gone over most peoples heads! However, we’ve read our fair share of reports and can follow pretty easily. What a crazy life we’ve led, haha!
Our doctor always texts us as soon as she sees the results, but this time, we had a little fun with her.
So. We have our baseline. All looks well. No sign of any leftover tumour. A fresh start, so to speak, albeit unconventional. But since when does that matter? 🤣 We try not to run/roll with the pack.