Gadolinium: heavy on my mind
You have no idea what’s going on in my head. Really. And, nor do they–the authorities.
That’s an MRI of my brain, demonstrating gadolinium deposition secondary to injected contrast. It is the rather faint, white, symmetrical ‘stain’ (it is actually referred to as a brain stain). Rorschach like. It’s been there since at least December of 2016, when it first showed up in my radiology report: There is nonspecific intrinsic T1 hyperintensity involving the globus pallidus and dentate nuclei bilaterally likely secondary to gadolinium deposition of uncertain clinical significance.
I had been aware of the possibility of gadolinium retention for at least a year prior to this finding and because of my concerns, had once again become non-compliant—in this case, refusing contrast.
To be clear, I have more latitude here than someone with either active or a history of brain mets. I’ve never had mets to my brain, which is part of the reason I have pushed back on scans that were mandated by protocol but not clinically indicated. Part of the rub when one is a clinical trial participant rather than a patient.
The day I found out about the gadolinium I was pissed. Really, really pissed.
As a requirement of the trial we took a cognitive test at each visit and part of that test was to write a simple sentence. I had a monkey in the cage/rage moment; threw a little scat at the keeper, if you will. My sentence that day read ‘Fuck you (sponsor of the trial), I have heavy metal on my brain.’
The jury is still out as to whether or not there already have been or will be side effects associated with gadolinium retention. Although everyone can certainly agree that it’s probably better not to have gadolinium in one’s brain.
And before anyone panics, know that it is still extraordinarily uncommon (and no, I did not want to be the poster child for this one). I believe I am Dr. Shaw’s only patient to date with this finding. And in discussion with her about this issue, she is adamant that a CT scan of the brain without contrast is basically useless.
My frustration was with the fact that I didn’t need the bloody MRI’s in the first place and I have had–at MGH alone–42 of them. That, my friends, is why I no longer hesitate to be noncompliant.
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