The MRI

I had always been healthy, for the most part. Short of the Covid weight gain, I was strong and healthy. So being in this whirring machine was strange. Eerie and loud fax machine noises buzzed around me. I couldn’t help but feel the fear what was going to be found while laying there.

An hour and a crappy sandwich later, my doctor came to check on me and deliver the news: they’d found a tumor. She said 6 millimeters or maybe it was centimeters, a cyst, neurosurgeon - after I had heard “you have a brain tumor” I kind of stopped listening.

I was promptly discharged and given an appointment with a neurosurgeon for the 29th, Monday. Kenzie picked me up, I called my parents and wailed about how I don’t know how I feel, but I’m scared. I asked my dad to participate in Monday’s virtual appointment with the Neurosurgeon so I wouldn’t be alone.