There have been multiple studies done showing that ProHance, a macrocyclic agent, leaves some of the least gadolinium behind, but the studies were looking at bone and brain deposition.
Request that, or better, if possible.
Follow up:
I forgot to mention that a really good 3T MRI without contrast can provide nearly as good an image as some MRIs with contrast.
One to call around for is the Siemens Skyra E11C 70cm Wide Bore, which is probably the finest MRI and most enhanced, currently available.
I have had MRI’s where Dr said with contrast. I try to say no...but it didn’t always work. The stuff is nasty.
“the MRI contrast agent is expelled through urine, it released into sewer systems, but wastewater treatment plants aren’t equipped to remove it, he said.”
Some of you are eating it (i.e., fertilizer).
A guy I worked with was covered with tattoos, nothing obvious in business attire.
A sharp guy and very knowledgeable about his ink work.
He said that some of the ink components migrate over years to the lymph nodes and liver (IIRC).
The article parallels his ink migration.
Intersting.
Had an allergic reaction to that stuff. They made me take a Benadryl before I could leave. Problem was, I react badly to that stuff as well 😐
I have been told by the Nephrologist to NOT let any of these contrasts be used on Me. This was in January 12th, 2016 in the Hospital. Now, the lead-in to that happening...
I had been having belly pains and one morning I couldn’t get up off the toilet and ended up having to call EMS/Rescue and have them come get me off the toilet. They took me to the hospital. And I had an intestine rupture a few days later while in the hospital and luckily I had just had an MRI to see what was causing severe pain in My right side of my belly and was just being brought back to my room when the rupture occurred and it hurt so bad it was like a Red Hot K-Bar had been stabbed in my side and was being twisted back and forth and (felt like a 30 on that stupid 0-10 pain rating thing that they created a while back) and my Nurse realized what was happening and burned a u-turn back into the elevator and back to the same place where the MRI was done just minutes before. Thank God she had a vial of Morphine and a needle in her pocket that was for when I got back to my room. She pushed it in the Pic-line that was already in place as the we were going down in the elevator and the Surgeon was already scrubbed and gowned up standing at the op-table as we rolled back in the room.
The Surgeon greeted me and said “We’re going to fix You up right now” (by then the Morphine push had knocked the pain scale down to about a 12 or so) and a few seconds later the Anesthesiologist said “to count back from 100.” I made it to ninety-ei... and was out.
I remember some weird things, one of which was floating above my body on the table while some Doctors were talking about organ donation below me as I’m floating above. Floating me was screaming at them that “I am still alive !!! Don’t part me out !!!”
The next thing I remember was being halfway into getting another MRI and could kinda see but not being able to talk.
When I did come to I couldn’t remember what, who or where I was. I looked around and I was in a big well furnished room with a TV on a shelf with books and stuff on them. I was hooked up to all kinds of monitors, one wall was all windows, the bathroom was a huge size for a Hospital, there was a full size couch, coffee table and end tables and I was alone with not a clue where I was and what had happened. Also the TV was on a channel with the language in Spanish. I’m starting to think that I’m in some foreign country and wondering how I got here !!!
I finally had a Nurse come in and started asking me questions about who I am, where I was, etc. I remembered my name but not much else. I got a short briefing as to what had happened, and things started to come back to me.
I was told the date was January 18th and I was in the hospital downtown Charlotte, NC. I then realized that I had started out in the hospital in Huntersville, NC at the beginning of this Rodeo ride !!! Then I was told that the 1st Emergency Surgery had been on December 25, 2015. The 2nd Emergency Surgery was on January 1, 2016 !!! Apparently while in an induced coma I thrashed around and ripped my internal stitches out from the 1st surgery and they had to go back in and fix that. After the 2nd surgery they put me back in the induced coma and strapped my ass to the bed for a week + to get me healed up, partially anyway.
After that Nurse left to get me something to drink is when I realized that I must have tried to die on the 1st surgery. I later found that I had Renal failure and they didn’t think I was going to survive. I was moved to downtown because they had a Dialysis machine there. Just before they were going to hook me up to the Dialysis machine I did a 180° turn and things started to work again.
The next few days, weeks and months took a while to get my mind back in shape and piece things back together. Most of my memory came back and I had to learn how to walk around due to nerve damage and muscle atrophy. I was in a Nursing Home for the longest month of my life and was finally able to come home at the end of February 2016. It was to say the least that God has some plan for me that I have yet to complete.
Long explanation for why I don’t do MRI Contrast Dye.
Anyway I have to try to get some sleep here now. (Hopefully that is.)