Feline Warrior

Not a drill, really. But if you were to look at the spot where they went in, you could see a hole. I mean, really, you could see into it. And they told me they were taking “about four strings of tissue,” but really - I saw it in a little shot-glass-like cup, and I would NOT describe it as “strings.” I would call it a glob.

So the people were all very kind. Joan the RN was my tour guide and official hand-holder. She’s the best. If you ever have to undergo an unpleasant medical procedure, get Joan.

Kindness doesn’t make up for painfulness or discomfort, sadly. You can read about the procedure here. Mine was the vacuum-assisted biopsy. And the doc has given me category 4. Scary, I say.

Even though the needle just went in once, it did move around in there, and that’s what actually hurt. Or caused discomfort. The kind that makes you sweaty and queasy. I am really hoping that this is the end of testing - that it all comes back normal and Joan, Dr. W and the gang and me just have one big laugh over root beer floats. I don’t know if I can handle more of this kind of experience.

Not just physically - I feel completely worn out. Emotionally drained. Pooped. I want to go have a nap, but I’m kinda nervous about laying down. What if I roll over on my wounded bosom? Wah!

I was going to write something really clever and funny, but right at the moment, I’m not in my Happy Place. Lo, again I say, Wah.

Think good thoughts, please.