Let’s Biopsy!
Let’s name the demon. Or tormentor. Or enemy combatant. Or lymphatic terrorist. Pick your preferred, overly dramatic military or spiritual metaphor, gird your loins, man your battle stations and join me. It’s biopsy time!
Tomorrow morning, at 0630, I will take Interventional Radiology at Northwestern University by storm. Apparently, I will be handling logistics—read filling out medical history they already have on file on the lower concourse, 8th floor and 21st floor—for an hour and a half. My appointment isn’t until 0800. Not sure what their tactical strategy is with that one. It blows my mind how terrible medical institutions are at taking our medical records online. Even the best institutions have dial-up era technology. So like a 20-year-old version of myself with a free Net Zero connection, I will struggle through the morning.
The operation should take about an hour to complete, and I will be resting at the hospital for an additional hour. So I guess that means I’ll be back in my foxhole by around 1400. It’s weird math, but I’m pretty sure I’m right.
This past weekend has been tough. I have been mostly stable since Thursday night. I’ve done my best to relax, but I’m not sure how to take my mind off of something I feel it should be on. I want to thank the many wonderful friends and family members who have taken the time to write thoughtful messages of encouragement, and those that have just thought out messages of encouragement. I need it all.
I should be receiving the results in 48–72 hours.
Let’s biopsy.
