Apr 03 - another liver biopsy

stained glass artwork seen from my ward window

Home away from home. Cabrini. Here yet again. I calculate I've been here over 70 times during the last few months. Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, exercise group, blood tests, consults, imaging, admissions...actually it's probably more. 

Anyway, today was liver biopsy, take 2. Upon arrival, yes, OK, yet another drip - like I pointed out, pretty well every time I come near the place someone shoves a needle in me. It's ho-hum now. Off to radiology...heart beating, anticipation, ready to flee.

The nurses had clearly taken Soothing Skills 101 and 102. Did a great job. Then I asked the doctor, who looked a bit young, if he'd done this before (cringe) He smiled and told me he worked at the Austin Liver Unit (the biggest liver unit in the state, they do most of the transplants there) I felt like a bit of a dick.

This procedure was so much smoother than last time. Completely different vibe. Firstly, they could see enough to proceed on ultrasound alone. Secondly, since I was to stay overnight, they sedated me (oh dear Lord, hooray) I was all smiley. The local anaesthetic stung of course, but there was no harpoon gun this time, just a gentle slide of the biopsy needle. Suddenly "we're done now" Like what? When? Why didn't I try bolt out the door? Why didn't I scream? Or cry? Why am I thanking everyone and holding the nurses hands? What planet is this? Not painful. Tears of joy. (Oh thank goodness, I did cry, thought I was losing my touch for a minute there)

So now I'm up on the ward, a little more sober. Have to get through the day and night without hemorrhaging (ok, I got this, maybe) then off home. The wait begins - did we get enough tissue this time? Will any useful genetic vectors of attack be found? The universe will give it's verdict one way or another... Let's hope I've finished offending the Gods.

My next big date is April 16, clinical trials presentation day. Something to look forward to?