Biopsy (Part II)

Esther’s dad had his biopsy today. It was a pretty rough procedure. I got to the hospital a little after 10:30, having raced to get there at a descent time, and had to sit and wait. John’s appointment was scheduled for 11, but he didn’t get seen until 11:20 and that was after he bugged every person who entered the waiting room. It was weird the way he went into the appointment though. He just gave Marina his wallet and went around the corner. No hug, no “I’ll see you in a bit”, no “don’t worry, I’ll be fine”. It was just a little weird. I know that he was really stressed before his appointment. He was abnormally quiet, he’s normally a very jovial guy, but when I got there he was in a contemplative state.

Then we waited.

One nurse came out and said that it would only be a 30 minute procedure, then another came out and said that it would be a quick 45 minute procedure, and a little after that, another nurse came out and said it could be an hour. I don’t think they knew how long it could be.

Esther arrived a little bit after that and we were sitting in the waiting room, just waiting.

The waiting room started to fill up, so I vacated my chair to make way for the people who really needed. I grabbed my bag and went down the hall and continued to read “The World is Flat” and we waited.

I was really hungry. I had to try and get something. Esther and I walked around the hospital and after finding a vending machine and getting a chicken salad sandwich, we walked back to the waiting area. Esther’s phone was ringing on our way back up, it was her mom and she let us know that John was out of surgery.

We went to a different waiting room, I guess it was a recovery room. I had my sandwich which was horrible, John ate a granola bar, drank some pomegranate juice and winced in pain.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain. They had to go back in and take a second sample to get enough tissue. They also had to drain fluid from his lymph node, which sound wholly unpleasant.

Now finally, the ball can start rolling.