Well, this morning’s biobsy was another adventure.
At first, they couldn’t find anything. They had the measurements but couldn’t see anything. While they went to discuss things, I was left in the room and cried.
You know what? Crying is normal and so is sadness. My counselor has been coaching me on how to feel sadness without shame or guilt, so this morning, I felt sad and cried.
I knew God was with with me and always will be, but in those moments of self and fear, I seem to feel deeply.
When the nurse came back in, she took me to the waiting area until a room with a stronger machine became available. When a room opened up, she could finally see.
When the doctor came in, he looked at the screen and said, “If the results come back negative, I want to have an MRI biobsy done on her.”
Great. My favorite. Not.
The doctor took 6 samples and was frank with me. He said, “If pathology sends back negative results, I’m having an MRI biopsy done on you.” I replied, “I hate you.” He laughed.
By this time, we had already been joking and laughing quite a bit, and he was well aware of my feelings toward the MRI, but he’s definitely concerned and doesn’t want anything to get missed.
I thanked him, told him he had an honest face, and that I trusted him.
Now, we wait. In 2-3 days, we’ll get the results.
If they’re negative, I go on to have an MRI biopsy. If they’re positive, we move forward through the next step.