The Joys of Medical Imaging

My father died of cancer in November. After the funeral, the paperwork, the strange silence that follows all of that, my doctor was a bit concerned. There had never been a serious illness in my family before, no cancer, no heart attacks, no leukaemia, and then my dad had cancer. So he sent me for a CT scan of my pancreas. My insides There was a second reason too. I officially have diabetes, though I don’t take medication and my HbA1C is well within the normal range. The right diet is the key. An echography when I was first diagnosed hadn’t turned up anything unusual, but a CT is more precise. Worth a proper look. The experience itself was a little anticlimactic, if I’m honest. You slide in and out of the machine, hold your breath on cue, and that’s more or less it. I’d half-braced for some reaction to the iodine, since my father was allergic to it (but then he was allergic to everything, including himself), but nothing happened. Not a single side effect. No drama. Just a quiet Friday…