Fort Wayne’s little angels…

The nurses in Fort Wayne are just incredible! They always made me smile, no matter how bad of a day I had.
They were always interested in my life outside of the little cancer box and they always pronounced my name wrong (even though I always told them they pronounced it right because they tried so hard and my name is really difficult!)…

They really made going true this almost unbearable task of dealing with this sickness (and treatment of this sickness) a little more bearable.

AND if they say it feels like you have to pee….. YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEM!

One of our angels, Indi












We did a lot of CAT/MRI/PET scans in those days. Mostly just to check if the cancer hadn’t spread. For me it was a first time for every one of them. I had been in hospitals before but never this up close and personal.

Dr Nala had ordered me another scan, to check out my lower abdomen and I am still not sure what scan it was (the CAT or the MRI, my brain was pretty much mush at that time) but I went together with Bastiaan and waited until my name (or the nurse in question would just look really confused) was announced to get my “pic” taken.

The nurse showed me a little locker where you can put your bra and jewelry in and then you have to wait for a bit. The waiting never really bothered me because during that time I could just doze off a bit and seek my bearings.

This particular nurse was very young and very sweet. She asked me the standard questions and explained to me what the big noisy machine did. I was already a little more at ease because the machine was only half the size of the machine the week before! Your head and your feet would actually stick outside the machine, so much better than the ones you lie in completely.

She said a “pic” would be taken and then she would turn on the IV and have a bit of fluid (contrast) run into my bloodstream and take another “pic”. She also mentioned, that when the fluid started running, you could have a little strange sensation down under….

Me being extremely BLOND and DUTCH did NOT understand what she meant…

So I asked: “What does that mean???”
She got a red face (probably all the smart Americans understand when she told them, “you get a little strange sensation down under”) and explained to me that I might get the feeling I had to pee when they turn on the IV…

“Pee???” as in “Going to the bathroom, pee???”
“Yes…”
“Hmmm, I see…”

Little
"naughty"
angel,
Jones







Again being very stubborn, I really did not think it would be that bad, I laid down on the table and waited until they hooked me up to the IV. After a couple of minutes the table started moving and I rolled nicely into the scanner. The first pictures were taken and over the little intercom, while looking at a smiley face plastered to the inside of the machine, the announcement came that the IV was going to start…

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WAS PEEING!!! The whole machine and table and everything else would be covered with my bodily fluids!!! OHHHH, HOW EMBARISSING….

And then I did a check, check, double check, like I often do at the farm, checking the boys…

No pee, or better described, no wet stuff anywhere. I could swear (hands in the fire, on my grandmother’s grave, on my unborn (hopefully in the future) child) I lost my power to hold my urine on that table.

Try to lie completely still when all this goes true your mind…

The sweet voice on the intercom told me I was done and they were going to roll me out. Thank God!
I did another check that I really didn’t wet myself, looked at the sweet young nurse and said:
“YOU WERE RIGHT!” she just laughed and got a red face,…. Again.

Such sweetie pies!








After finding my bra and jewelry she escorted me back to Bastiaan and of course I just had to tell him what just happened… He didn't think it was that sensational... Wait until HE gets a scan... hehe...

Thanks to Verde Farm for hosting "Farm Friend Friday"!!!



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