MRI scan day. This is to assess her brain condition and to be used to compare to her previous MRI to determine if there's any deterioration.
Not much to say about this. It's never nice watching a small child going under General Anaesthetic. As usual, while we fretted, Imogen took it all with stoic indifference. Having been starved since 02:30am when she came round after the scan at 09:30 she tried to chew my arm off. Whilst I carried her on foot from the MRI unit back to the Childrens Hospital Imogen never stopped feeding.
Just have to wait for the results now. You know what's interesting is that whilst we've been having all these tests done we've been treated like royalty. You always feel that people are somehow honour bound to say that the staff have been 'fantastic' when they've been treated for an ongoing condition. But now having been in that position I have to agree. It really is remarkable how a small child having a serious condition seems to break down the barriers. I've lost count of how many times I've heard ' Oh you're a bit early, go straight in they'll see you now' or 'She's so little we'll test you first so you can be on your way' or my personal favorite 'I'm not happy with her chest I'd like her to have an X-Ray'. Why is that my personal favourite, well in the time it's taken you to read this blog I walked down the corridor to the X-Ray Dept where the Tech was expecting me. He did the X-Ray, I walked back to the Doctor who had the results on screen and had declared her safe and had prescribed the treatment, it was that quick, gotta love the NHS.
Just the results to wait for now, for the MRI and the audio-visual testing.
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