Quite a Feeling

Waiting to hear if the biopsy was cancerous was rough. The Monday following my giving a sample, the nurse from the derm's office called a couple of days early and I had two emotions immediately charge my system simultaneously -- thrill that they were calling early and my wait was over, and also utter dread. 

She started out by saying, "I've got some bad news..." -- and my heart skipped several beats before she finished and said, "...we have lost your biopsy sample somehow and we need you to come back to repeat the test."

Can you even believe it? 

Because they were so embarrassed about losing the sample, they got me in the same day and promised to expedite the results. I opted to bring a friend to hold my hand, as I wasn't relishing having a shot in the same spot as where they had sliced me the first time. Glad I did that, 'cause it hurt!

I'll skip to the end. The results were negative and I'm fine. It was hard to be going through an emotional last week at my job and also dealing with this, but I'm thrilled to have it behind me.