Week after chemo #12 and MRI

This week has been interesting in that I went swimming on Monday, feeling much better.  The day after I got the pump off (last Thursday) was such a sick day.  I did not have the abundance of diarrhea but certainly the nausea was as bad.  I just don't think I could stand more than one really bad, sick day like those days if I had to endure more.  But, thanks be to God, I only have to endure that one day.  Sure, the days surrounding that day are not the best, but not like that day.
Yesterday I was tired and lazy and didn't go swimming or walking.   I wonder if that was related to the episode I had this AM from Afib.?   I also noticed yesterday and all weekend that Neuropathy in my feet was bothering much more.  Actually, my oncologist took me off one of the drugs that has that as its side effect but that didn't seem to change this time at all in my feet, only in my hands and throat.
Anyway, this AM I woke up very early, like 3:30 AM.  I began feeling the Afib episode coming on which I haven't had for many months.  I thought, of all days to have this happen, the day of the MRI.
Agustin, who is very kind to rub my feet helped me relax by massaging my feet so very early in the AM. He covered me since I was feeling cold and "clammy" too.    I took my bp meds very early, hoping the Metoprolol ER would kick in and slow down my heart pounding.  I guess it did somewhat but when Margie came to get me for the MRI I was so weak and felt so awful.  But, we went forth as planned and when we got there, I didn't have to wait long at all.
I must say that we have the VERY BEST radiology facility and caring workers and techs in the brand new building instead of going all the way to the hospital.  Nothing against the workers at the hospital but what a good experience to go to the new facility:)
I was so weak, I had to lie down while they inserted the dye.   And, just for the record, one poke was all she needed to do the job, no pain and no bruising:)
I did the MRI and lost my Afib episode right there in the tube.   When I walked in there, I almost fainted and when i walked out I was in normal sinus rhythm.   To me, these episodes, which happen rarely, are the most disconcerting and uncomfortable experiences I have had to go through.
AS I went into the "tank", I thanked the Lord for everyone who was praying for me plus, asking the Lord to please help me get through the Afib episode.
For anyone who has never had an MRI, you are equipped with a comfortable knee pillow, headphones to block out the noise of the machine (sounds like the workers out on the road doing construction with drills:) and also through which you can hear instructions while the images are being taken.  During the instructions, you hear "Hold your breath"   Now, "Let out your breath".  Since I am a swimmer and a singer, holding my breath is no problem.
About half way through the 20 minute (?) procedure, laying perfectly still, with a wash cloth covering my eyes in case I was claustrophobic, I noticed my heart rate was back to normal and I no longer felt abnormal.   I was so happy when I could walk out of there, feeling fine.  They even had a wheel chair there for me in case I needed it.  But, with all my family praying, the Lord brought me through another day of challenge.
The report will be sent to my oncologist and I will go in to pick up the CD and report to mail to Johns Hopkins by Friday hopefully.

       "Thank you Lord for this day and for this hour and for this minute which are all gifts from you."