Thursday, April 5, 2012

Finally! They Called!

9 am this morning, Thursday, Wake Forest phone dept. calls to say, "William Drennan, you missed your biopsy this morning at 8." Bill said, "We've been waiting for a call for 10 days. No one told us biopsy. We had an apptment for the 19th for blood work to see if I could have a needle ablation, then they called and said no needle ablation, and we didn't know if the 19th still was an appointment or what."

She didn't know. Hangs up. "Someone will call."

Two minutes later, the Radiologist himself calls and listens to the mixup and is very apologetic. He personally sets up a great situation where we can go down one afternoon for blood work and tests, and the next morning, a biopsy via radiology, so they can determine the location and type of tumor by just pulling a little bit out, before deciding how to proceed on a different day.

Very relieved, though kind of shocked at the number of mixups involved.

Yes, if we'd called, we'd have known. But these dates work out a million times better, so a serendipitous mixup, the fruit of lovely procrastination and denial at this end!

At first I thought (UBER OPTIMIST TRYING WITH ALL MY MIGHT TO BE A PESSIMIST BUT FAILING), "Biopsy? BIOPSY! Maybe they aren't sure it's a tumor! What if it's not!" Then the pessimist wakes up and says, "You dummy. They just want to know what kind of cells the tumor is made of. The radiologist already determined it was cancer. They just need more info about the tumor. They wouldn't schedule a biopsy if they didn't know it was cancer. They'd do more external tests."

Well, nice talking to myself and even getting called a derogatory name! hahahah

I guess (been reminded) I shouldn't put dates like this on blog, because a robber might see it, a marauder, or a pirate. If it was Johnny Depp...never mind. But I'm tempted to post the dates. I always have. I guess I can email if you want the dates. It's this month.

Thanks for caring. Bill is the same. Nauseated, tired, sleepy, achy, fevers at night, etc. Will be glad to see if they can give him something for the nausea. It's getting really old, being nauseated for an entire year. Maybe the tumor, if it is a tumor, is causing it. (My inner optimist slipped in "if it is a tumor." She's clever, that inner optimist of mine.)

Love to all.

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