Day to reflect...
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
Today I had to get a bone marrow biopsy. The radiologist wrote that spots on my spine “progressed” (mri),
so...my doctors felt this was the safest way to try to figure out what is going on in my body. The biggest spot on my spine is not in the best area to biopsy. I still do not have any symptoms of cancer or sarcoidosis.
My next appointment is in 4 weeks. If they call me to come in next week it’s cancer, 2 weeks it’s sarcoidosis. Anything else can wait until I go back in 4 weeks.
After they did the biopsy, I had to sit for about 30 mins to make sure the bleeding stopped.
I sat, for those 30 minutes, looking at the walls in the room. I wondered...how many people received the worst news of their life in this little room? How many heard they beat cancer or were healthy in this little room? ...If walls could talk.
I thought about why I was sitting there, what was God’s plan? Why was I there?
It’s an odd feeling to sit in the waiting room with so many waiting to go back for chemo, etc. I felt like I didn’t belong, almost felt guilty, as I watched a man in a wheel chair, both feet bandaged up, coughing through a mask.
And, then there was a sweet older lady, named Jean, who asked me if I was there for chemo. I explained that they were trying to figure me out, and I wasn’t looking forward to getting the biopsy.
Bless her heart, she said she gets them every 4 months. She walked me through what would happen. It helped me.