Last night I felt scared about the next step. In my prayers I realized it was easier for me to trust God with the unknown outcome (cancer or not, surgery, whatever lies ahead) than it was to trust him with this one test, the fine needle biopsy. I had a lot of anxiety about the test.
I shared that on Facebook and I woke up this morning, my heart encouraged and ready.
Mike and I drove downtown for the biopsy and overall, the procedure itself was less stressful than the time we drove around the parking lot and sat for 90 minutes in the waiting room. I’m just glad to have the whole thing over with!
The doctor explained every step, and he was fantastic (worth-waiting-90-minutes-fantastic? I don’t know about that). He put me at ease and explained every step and if you think that lying still on a table with your head elongated so your neck is up in the air is not a multi-step process, you’re mistaken. Geez.
He took three samples and checked to make sure he got everything he needed for the slides. This was the precise reason my doctor suggested doing the biopsy in this hospital. Not leaving there wondering if I’d have to have the test repeated due to an inadequate sample gave me more peace than anything.
I mentioned in the comments on yesterday’s post (thank you for your comments!) that it will be a long while before we know anything. Today’s doctor said after studying the slides, he would call my doctor if he saw cancer. And I haven’t heard from my doctor, so no news is good news. He said it takes days to make a final reading, though. My doctor (endocrinologist) told me last Friday she wants me to wait until my appointment with her to discuss results. My appointment is on August 5, after she returns from vacation. Thyroid nodules aren’t so much a hurried thing, in the grand scheme. I have to be patient.
Right now – at least right this minute – I’m feeling patient. That kind of blows my mind. God is answering prayers.