Next month, I will celebrate my 40th birthday and have my first MRI.
Perhaps magnetic resonance imaging doesn’t seem like the most intriguing way to mark the milestone.
But this MRI could save my life.

My dad's siblings would all be teens or twentysomethings here. Aunt Jeane is in the front row, third from left.
In March, my Aunt Jeane died suddenly from a brain aneurysm. She’d gone to work Saturday morning and was outside on a smoke break when her boss remarked she didn’t look so well.
“I feel like my head is going to explode,” she told him.
Her boss rushed her to hospital, where medical staff essentially confirmed what she’d felt.
Jeane had a brain aneurysm that had ruptured, causing bleeding in her brain. The quick actions of her boss meant she wasn’t alone when she died: my dad and my Aunt Leah were with her.
Jeane was one of seven siblings in the close-knit Mayne family. As my cousin Tanya wrote so aptly in the eulogy, Jeane was in many ways the fabric that kept our family together.
Jeane held many of our family gatherings – holidays, birthdays, picnics, wedding showers. Her parties featured fresh flowers, fine food, wine flowing from silver goblets, and conversation more animated by the hour.
She particularly doted on her nieces and nephews. Jeane and her husband, David, never had the chance to raise a family: two of their infant sons died, and Jeane had several miscarriages.
Without children of their own, they spoiled nephews and nieces like me. When I was growing up in Emerald, Jeane and David invited me “to town” at least once a year to spend the weekend with them.
Jeane would take me out to brunch at Smitty’s for a stack of blueberry pancakes and a tower of whipped cream only a kid could tackle. Inevitably I’d return home to the farm with a full stomach and a brand new outfit from Eatons that I would keep for “good.”
But Jeane left behind more than memories.
After her death, our family learned that aneurysms seem to run in our lot.
Yes — in addition to our good looks, stubbornness, gregariousness, interest in politics, and love of a good gathering — the Maynes apparently have a tendency towards the aneurysm – a weakening/ballooning of a blood vessel in the brain.
Since Jeane’s death in March, my dad and my Aunt Leah – the same two people who comforted Jeane as she died — have been diagnosed with aneurysms. Close cousin, Sheila Wigmore, collapsed and had to be rushed to hospital as a result of hers.
Credit goes to Dr. Tweel, my dad’s family physician, for realizing that our family should all get tested. When he realized how Jeane had died, he told dad aneurysms can run in families and we should all get checked.
So when Sheila was rushed to hospital late this summer, doctors didn’t need to give her an MRI to find out what was wrong. Dad had been spreading the word about getting MRIs, and she’d had one just the day before.
Sure enough– when medical staff pulled up her results — they found the faulty blood vessel. I suppose it’s tough to say how much having the test already done contributed to saving Sheila’s life, but I suspect every minute counts when treating a bleeding brain.
Sheila was transferred to Moncton, where she had a coil procedure to repair her aneurysm. She’s recovering well and feeling lucky.
Wednesday, my dad will have the same coil procedure to prevent his aneursym from rupturing. Essentially, tiny coils are inserted through a blood vessel in the leg. The coiling is threaded all the way up to the brain and into the aneurysm, sort of stuffing it up so it’s blocked and doesn’t rupture.
Diagnosis has been understandably worrying for Dad and Aunt Leah. And yet, it has also given them power – the chance for treatment.
I am grateful to Dr. Tweel for being so sharp and thoughtful to advise that Jeane’s family should get checked for the same condition that took her life.
And yet, I can’t help but think it’s just like my Aunt Jeane to find a way to care for us after she’s gone.
She has given knowledge and potentially a second chance to her brothers and sisters, her cousins, her nieces and nephews, and their families.
I have my MRI booked December 20. And I have my Aunt Jeane to thank.







