About an hour before my biopsy appointment, I got a call from the doctor's office...
The doctor went home sick.
Of course she did.
I am upset. I am really upset. It feels like I am being tortured to be totally honest. I found out about this nodule in July. And 4 months later, I still don't know what the deal is.
When I was supposed to have the biopsy in September, I quelched my anxiety by telling myself, "At least in a week, I will know. Whether it is cancer or nothing, I will know." And then it didn't happen. So after I found out Monday that I would need the biopsy, I thought, "For sure this time I will know." And to not be able to find out... it is hard.
The next available appointment was November 30th.
I'm being tested here.
There is a possibility the doctor may be able to work me in to her schedule (if she is willing to work early, late and her lunch). I am praying she will agree to do that. I will find out tomorrow sometime if she has agreed to it.
I am feeling pretty drained. And I'm having a hard time not crying. Pretty sure at my dad's birthday dinner tonight, I will be having a drink.
Thank you so much for all of you who have been keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. Please keep it up! I am so grateful for it and all of you. My mom mentioned that she is glad I have such a good support system. Actually she said if I didn't have so many people around me, supporting me, "I'd be worried you would cut yourself."
No worries, Mom.
Love, Mrs. Janney