I’m finally done with my diagnostic tests. This week consisted of a CT scan, a PET scan and a bone marrow biopsy. Oh and a visit to the sperm bank because these chemo treatments basically ruin your swimmers (I’ll save that for a separate post). The doctor was great, numbing the area with lidocaine and having faith enough in me to skip any anxiolytic. That was fine with me but I think a mistake for him. I spent the next 5-10 minutes channeling the pain into primal screaming. You’ve got to envision the scene – I’m in a room outside the chemotherapy infusion area (it’s quiet) and yelling like like a leg was getting amputated without anesthetic. When it was over…
Me: Fuck, that *really* hurt.
Dr. L.: Pats me on the back, chuckling. You did great… Though I guess you were more anxious than I realized.
Me: Well alright then. I’d like to at least see what my marrow looks like after all that. Can I?
Dr. L.: Sure – take a picture. Looks good so far. we’ll have results in about a week.
In case you want to see what my bone marrow looks like here you go!
