I Can't Do Anything Right

The doctor's office called and the results of my biopsy were "non-diagnostic."

Which is a nice way of saying I had to come in and repeat the process all over again.

So think of me tomorrow, getting needles stuck in my neck and the doctor really having to root around in there for a good amount of tissue.

Is it cheating if I take a couple of Vicodin beforehand?

Also, my mom is coming over to watch the kiddos while my husband takes me to the appointment, and I am SO going to try to get a lunch date with Hubba-hubba out of this.

I mean, my mom HAS to be nice to me, right?  I might have cancer, after all.  How can you turn down someone who might have cancer, I ask?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Argh!!!! I am so sorry! You totally need a lunch date. Wish I was closer, I would sit for you! Fingers still crossed...
3:08 AM
Cherry said…
HOLY CRAP!
First - sucky maybe cancer
Second - sucky maybe cancer diagnostic poking results
Third - HUGS!
3:25 AM
Anvilcloud said…
Sorry about that. Hope it doesn't go too badly.
5:19 AM
Anonymous said…
In case the sample is contaminated by blood it is hard to diagnose the nodule. In event the biopsy cannot give definite answer, so-called molecular test can be performed on the specimen.
9:11 AM
Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
if you are my mother you can. Because everything is about her...

So upset for you that you have to go through it again my lovely. Will be thinking of you and stalking your blog for updates.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
9:53 PM
Never That Easy said…
I read everything so late, but I retroactively am thinking about you, and I hope it went well. And that this time, you get the right answer.
7:06 PM
Gina said…
Thanks guys, still waiting for the results!
10:05 PM
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