Blood work, Lab work, and a PET Scan.
Waiting and more waiting to find out the answers. Modern medicine seems to be: hurry up and wait.
I feel like we are standing in line at the world’s largest roller coaster waiting for our turn to ride. We can see some of the tremendous hills and spills of the tracks as they trail off into the clouds. We cannot see the end of the ride. But we can hear the screams in the distance.
I want to get out of line.
We finally had our second appointment with the oncologist. She said, “The tests and the PET Scan did not point definitively to the origins of this cancer. We need a bone biopsy to determine the primary cancer.”
My face, even with the stupid Covid mask, must have shown my disappointment and frustration.
“I know, I know. It’s hard to wait,” she said. “But I need to know the source in order to give you the appropriate treatment.”
Another two weeks before they can do the bone biopsy. And another 7 – 10 days after that for them to test the biopsy. So at least 3 weeks before my next appointment with the oncologist.
And probably another week after that before treatment is scheduled.
Grumpiness gnaws on me like the cancer gnaws on my bones.
Please God, strengthen me. The pain is worse these past few days. Stop the cancer’s growth.
Meanwhile, a thought niggles in the back of my brain: Once treatment begins you may wish you were back at the end of the waiting line.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)
Until next time . . . Travel Light,
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