good-lace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ghost comes alive The white boob ghost was actually a vein system developing in a tumor. There, I said it. I asked him to do a biopsy first, but he doesn't want to do a biopsy. He wants it o-u-t. I stayed silent for awhile, then I asked if I lose the boob. His answer "oh, hell no. In fact, I want to take it out with the newest method. The radiologist will run a lead wire to the tumor, then I'll check to see if I can take it out by suctioning it through a big needle. No cuts. If you don't qualify for that method, then I'll make a cut to take it out." Big cut? "Much smaller than your gallbladder cut." And, then what? "We'll send it to pathology to make sure it's benign." I would rather you just did the biopsy first to see if it's necessary for me to get surgery. "If you insist, but I'd rather it be gone." I have to talk to my husband, son and best friend. I can't think. Give me some time. "Ok, take your time." I'll call you in the morning with my answer. Sam = Gone Son = Gone Friend = Gone Doctor = Gone And, so it goes. The scheduling has begun. 8:12 p.m. - 2004-02-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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