It's been quite a while since my last post (about how Quantum Physics gave me Brain Cancer  😏) and instead of writing a post to catch things up since November 2024 (attending patient advocacy conferences, losing a dear friend to brain cancer, fueling my desire to make a positive difference, ...), I'm writing today about something topical and timely as I prepare for my 16th diagnostic MRI.  With additional MRIs I undergo for a research study, it will be my 24th time in the MRI tube and I feel it's only natural to reflect on this routine and what it means for me. Example of an MRI machine, not one that I've been in... It's quite natural to feel a sense of anxiety leading up to these MRIs, knowing that we plan them so we can learn when a tumour has grown, spread, or 'progressed'.  It's usually about knowing when things are getting 'worse', so we often speak about the scan anxiety, or "scanxiety" leading up to these appointments. Like man...