Biopsy 2.0

Spending a week in Santa Rosa was interesting.  It reminded me how nice it is to not have a home phone used as a primary telecommunication tool.  My family and I were anxiously awaiting a phone call for my second biopsy (lung) and while the phone rang off the hook, it was usually (almost always) a telemarketer.  How disappointing it is to be waiting for 8 days to get 1 frickin’ phone call and be bothered about banks and lines of credit and fantastic real estate and yadda yadda yadda.

So what is one to do when the party doesn’t come to you?  Go to the party of course!  So I paid a visit to my oncologist’s office, kicking in the doors like a town sherriff hunting down an old west villain at high-noon.  It was dramatic (no tumbleweed though).  Of course, when I got there, the people I needed to talk to weren’t in (shocker) and when they were in, they informed us that they weren’t in fact the people with whom we needed to speak and that we should contact the hospital.  Oy vey!

Anyway, long story short… our dear friend and oncology nurse Debbie made a few phone calls and hours later, wha-la!  Phone call.  Appointment.  Information.  Resolve.  The good news?  I have a biopsy scheduled.  The bad news?  Its scheduled for the end of next week.  This is bad because I want all of this hullaballo over with.  It’s not terrible news, however, because this schedule enabled me to return back home where I’ll be for some time.

So we’re getting there.  My Hydrocodone, while being taken only in moderation, is definately doing its job and my recovery is moving along quite well.  I’m definately ready to risk a punctured lung and see what the hell is going on inside my chest.  So 9 days til the needle drops and in the meantime I get to work from the comfort of my office which I have sorely missed.

It’s good to be back.

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