MTC, Doctors and MRIs

Thursday night (May 30, 2013) my arms and legs went numb and then I couldn't walk very well.  They took me to the MTC health clinic and that doctor said to go directly to the ER at the hospital.  I had to have an MRI.  That was no fun and I felt so alone laying there.  You have to hold completely still.  The worst part was before that they tried to put an IV in my arm and failed, so my arm really hurts.  I was crying and hollering pretty loud. I hollered real loud. But then they took it out and started over. But it's ok. They found a small cyst on my pineal gland--that's in my brain.  Yuck!

When I was in the ER and they took me to do the MRI (about midnight) I got scared. I told Satan to back off and he did, but I got a thought in my head. The Spirit told me this: It's ok. Your mom prayed for you. I know that because she prayed for me, everything was ok.
 

I went in Saturday morning  to get another MRI just to find out exactly what's going on with the cyst. The Dr. said they find them all the time and they're almost always benign, but they just want to make sure. And I got another IV. YAY!! Not excited. But that's ok.

 

Life is good though. I'm not worried. I told the nurses that I'm going to Virginia next week no matter what. My comp Sis Thompson and my Sister Training Leader Sis Lund came with me and my entire district and my teachers prayed for me.

Friday night Elder Krump gave me a blessing.  It was really nice, and part of what he said was that I would make life-long friends in the MTC and out in the field.  That was nice to hear.

The MRI on Saturday was with contrast, that means with dye so they can see better.  It also made me kind of loopy and I wasn't giving much information to my parents when I got to talk to them.  I just wanted to sleep.  Sunday was good.

Monday I got the results from the second MRI--nothing, nada, zip.  But, I am officially delayed because they want me to see a neurologist and when that doctor says I can go, I can go.  But not until then.  They called around and some people said, oh yeah, we can work her in--in about two months!  But luckily they kept calling and found an appointment for Tuesday.  Love that doctor!  She asked me if I knew what was wrong.  I said no, and she said she didn't either.  She thinks it's stress.  Hmm.  Just what my mom said.  She also asked me if I felt forced to go on a mission.  My answer:  No, I've been planning this since I was 5.

Well, the neurologist said I can leave with my group on Wednesday morning!  Our plane leaves at 7:30 a.m., which means we have to leave the MTC at 4:00--IN THE MORNING!!

Now, I have to pack. . .