Friday, October 7, 2011


I have to just blurt it out... MRA results came back clear, all is good in the hood!  Huge sigh of relief, huge.  I am so sorry it took so long to get this information posted.  Believe me, I would have loved to announce it sooner, but I did not get the call from my doctor's office until 3:30pm this afternoon.  My MRA was Monday morning, what the what?  I was about to march into the neurosurgeon's office and look at the films myself. Hell, I would have flashed my new boobs again if it would have helped. It took a total of five panicked phone calls to finally get the results.  I was not going to wait through the weekend not knowing.  They are very lucky they finally called today.

So this is what he said.  "Your aneurysm has not grown or changed, so plan on a follow up MRA in three years."  Nice!  So I remind him that I'm a Stage 3 breast cancer patient and what I really want to know about is any evidence of tumors in my brain.  "Oh" he says, "Right. Well, we really should have done an MRI along with the MRA to really get a better look for tumors."  Come again??  "But" he says, "if there was anything significant, we would be able to see it with the MRA."  Aargh!  Was I not clear? Deep breath. So, let's just take it at face value and say all is fine.  Which is wonderful and perfect news. Next time we will be doing both MRI and MRA, oh yes we will.

I feel a little ashamed to be boasting about my great test results, especially today.  Today my sorority sister Stacey Walker, who lives in the state of Washington, underwent brain surgery to remove two of five breast cancer tumors that metastasized to her brain. One was small, one the size of a golf ball.  Her surgery was successful and last we heard, she is recovering in ICU tonight.  Stacey and her husband have three young children.  I cannot allow myself to even think of how Stacey said goodbye to her children this morning as she left the house for this surgery.  

Stacey is the ultimate survivor.  When she was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer two years ago, she was given an 8-10 month prognosis. While she has crushed that original prognosis time frame, I know she must have lived every moment with it looming in her heart and mind.  Stacey's reality is my scariest nightmare. It seems almost ironic that my MRA results hung in the balance this week while Stacey prepared for this incredible surgery.  While I want to celebrate my good news, I cannot forget for one moment, what Stacey and her family are enduring.

Thank you to everyone who has been praying for me and my test results this week.  I ask that you now share your prayers with the Walker family.  As my Mom said to me when I asked how she and my Dad raised five children, "You focus on the one who needs you the most at that moment."  It's not my turn right now.

To follow Stacey's journey, read her husband's blog at


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