Dorothy was first to have that lengthy bone scan after her diagnosis, where the patient is in the machine for about 30 minutes. She told me she had a breakdown there, with the immobile positioning and the horror of the sounds emanating from the machine, and they had to stop and then restart the procedure. She felt sorrow and compassion for me when 7 years later, I was to have the same procedure, for the same reason. Actually, I withstood it quite well because I realized she had paved the way, and eventually survived it intact. So I was somehow able to put my mind in a zone and was able to think of absolutely nothing, as stressful and uncomfortable as the scan was.
A few years ago, after a different diagnosis, I was prescribed a CT scan in a local hospital. I knew I would be able to endure it, but was not looking forward to the sounds. But when I was in the machine, the medical technician in charge of the procedure asked me what music I'd like to listen to. He assured me it would be anything I chose. I thought for a few seconds and said Meatloaf. He told me I was the first to pick Meatloaf but in short order the strains from Bat Out Of Hell wafted through the air of my confined space. Time elapsed and the CT scan ended just as "I'd Do Anything For Love" began playing. The technician, announcing the scan was at an end, said, "I bet that's your favorite song of the album, right?" Of course it was, but I never found out then, or ever for that matter, that when Meatloaf sang "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that" what it was that he wouldn't do.
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