This forum was never intended to be a chronicle of my daily experiences. Rather it was styled to be free-form, random, stream of consciousness musings – which allows me to vamp on any number of topics (much easier to accomplish).
The best way to know what’s going on inside of me is via a bone marrow biopsy, and yesterday I had my third since being diagnosed (initally, it was actually the conclusive determinant of my disease).
But “Bone Marrow Biopsy” is one of those things that when you say it out loud to people, they tend to make a noteworthy cringe – especially if they know what the procedure entails. For me, it hasn’t happened that often that like childbirth (so I’m told) enough time passes in between procedures that I don’t recall the discomfort of the experience all that much.
Another aspect of the procedure that helps ameliorate the heebee jeebees factor is that I am laying on my stomach while it happens, so after the first prick of lidocaine goes in, I’m oblivious to anything happening. Or maybe I’m just too dang stupid to know it’s supposed to hurt – so since I can’t see it and I can‘t feel it, maybe it really isn’t all that bad.
So in the end (or technically – the pelvis; the hipbone is connected to the . . . ) it’s just another one of those things that we cancer patients must learn to tolerate. Like so many other pokes and prods that have been a new part of my life for the past 6 months, the ends justify the means. And honestly, it really doesn’t hurt that much.
