I knew something was up today when my doctor came in and went right into the neuro test without telling me how my MRI looked. (Usually she starts off with the good news.)
Today's MRI showed a couple of areas that warrant further review. It could be nothing, or it could be slight growth. Some views look identical to the previous scan, and some look subtly different. We decided to look again in six weeks, this time with perfusion. So the drumroll continues.
My doctor said that even if this is something, it is small. If needed, the probable course of action would be to start some more Avastin infusions at less frequent intervals than before. And probably more frequent monitoring. She really tried to be as reassuring as possible.
Despite this uncomfortable news I still felt calm and supported by much prayer and faith. There were a few tears as I called family and friends who were waiting to hear how things went. But I felt a sense that I am still in good and loving hands, and that all is well, no matter how this plays out. And I think this is a reminder not to get too complacent. I've had good MRI scans for two years now, and while that has been a great blessing, I'm sure this latest twist in the story will reveal itself to be a great blessing, too.