A Bum With A Hole.

I gotta hole in my bum! I seriously have an inverted hole large enough for me to store a pea in my rear end!

Yesterday I had a biopsy of my bone marrow. I thought it was best for me to avoid the computer since I already made a fool of myself around the friends that have been watching our kids. I was loaded up. Yes, this chick that never took Tylenol because of the 'chemicals' took Valium. Despite the name, it didn't reduce my volume. But fortunately I wasn't slapping leprachuns off peoples shoulders either. Dr. Atienza (my oncologist) is fantastic. I think he likes digging into peoples butts. He laughed the whole time...which made me laugh...and in turn made my butt jiggle...and probably is the reason for the nice little eraser size hole. :)

So when I say he went in the dimple... where do you think that was? I thought about the part that inverted when you squeezed your butt cheeks together. Nope. That's not where he ripped me a new one. I got up on the table, layed on my stomach and pulled my pants about 3/4 down my butt thinking he was going in from the side. He walked over and ever so slightly pulled my underwear down and started feeling for bone. What? That's not my butt. He went into the licence plate part. That sensitive part that if someone smacks me, I turn around and tear them up. Yeah, that part. A huge tray of material was wheeled in and in order to avoid looking for the needle I started staring at the wall. I voiced my opinion then...I was rather upset that he didn't have a magazine article taped on the wall for me to read. I'm not so sure if the numbing part was worse... or the drilling into the bone... or the marrow withdrawal. I told him I was thinking of a song to scream when the lydocaine went in...he told me to sing it...but I refused because I didn't want him to pawn me off to a different Doctor after. When I felt him drill tap into the bone I mentioned I felt something. Max said "yeah it's because you just peed your pants". For clarification purposes, I didn't... but we sure do know how to get the staff laughing. From then on it was a laughing matter. Those people are never going to look at Max and I the same. We talked about some strange stuff...but that's what made it a memorable experience. They took the liquid part and solid part of my marrow. He only took a tiny bit but it sure did feel like he sucked everything from my knee on up. People say its a painful procedure. I think the word painful is used because there is no other way to explain it. It was a strange indescribable feeling. I was out and about today so it's not something that wiped me out...but I'm not a wimp either. I'm one tough Mama...ask my family, they'll agree. I feel crippled when I go from sitting to standing but that might have something to do with icing. No, he didn't prescribe chocolate icing. He wanted me to put ice on the area. Instead, we ended up staying at our friends house so I could make a fool of myself playing Battle of the Sexes. Mental note for next time, one can ice and play games at the same time.

Results wont take long to come back. But he doesn't want to see me until after the lung and heart tests (that I take this Thursday) come back in. Can't blame him. He needs time to recoup from yesterdays visit. :) We are scheduled to discuss all the test results the morning of April 23rd and that is also the day my fight begins. I start my very first chemo treatment.

We also decided to get me a porthole...I mean medi-port. I'll talk more about that when I get my appointment scheduled for the procedure on Monday.

**On a side note- I met and talked to a young lady in Old Navy today while shopping for a birthday present. I know God placed her there to talk to me. She was about my age and just finished chemo a little over a month ago. I'm amazed at the little things God does...but in awe daily of the big picture!!