Biopsy Day

Today was biopsy day for Kyle.

Since (like usual) I had to work he told me he

was having him mom drop him off and leave him

for the day at the Huntsman.

That did not go over very well with me.

AT ALL.

Alone, and biopsy, and hospital stuff = no bueno

for the wifey.

So somehow our friend,  comrade and cohort in cancer

treatment and chemo days, Mark Damron, got stuck

with the job.

He picked Kyle up and took him to the Huntsman

and in usual "Mark style" (joking and funny guy)

he introduced Kyle as "his partner" to everyone

at the Huntsman from the check in desk

to the doctors and nurses doing the procedure.

Kyle kept saying "He's my BABYSITTER!"

(Since his wife INSIST he be "babysat")

There was a hiccup or two in being able to locate

a tumor to biopsy (oh yes, they are there but

apparently they "glow" better on a PET scan

and are much harder to see and locate via CT

or XRay or Ultrasound.

Thus the conundrum.

So after calling in all the big guns and

resources that they could, they finally had Kyle

roll on his side so they could draw out about

4 samples through his back.

(They went in via his back to his liver)

They even brought the pathologist into the room

so he could quickly verify whether they had

"cancer cells" or "regular old liver cells".

Since the aim was to find cells of the cancer

variety.

After a big thumbs up from the Pathologist 

on a score of some "cancer cells"

they decided to quit poking Kyle and let him rest.

Mark texted the blow by blow to me at work 

and kept asking if I wanted the video version.

(NO!)

I wonder how he used his charm and good looks

to work his way INTO the biopsy and sit in with

Kyle for the whole event when I was banned

from going anywhere near him for his last

biopsy and was banned to waiting for Kyle in 

the recovery room.

Some people have ALL the charm.

Apparently I am NOT one of them.

I am FOREVER grateful for Marks willingness

to take Kyle, text throughout the entire process,

be a 'cool head' when things were touch and go

on whether there would even BE a procedure

for a minute AND make everyone laugh in the process.

There is no way to repay that kindness in my book.

BIG Kudos to Mark!

Kyle and Mark then got left by the wayside when 

someone in Interventional Radiology "Coded" (Code Red)

on the table and about 25 doctors, nurses and people

flew in and out and left them alone.

Kyle is now home resting.  In a little pain

and a little dizzy.  I have commanded him to

bed in my "best mothers voice."

Per usual, he is hesitant to obey.

I just finished my 2nd to last math class

and all is right in the world for a minute.

And that's what I've got for today.