By Dawn’s Early Light
Today is biopsy day. An entire day out of our way-too-short lives that will be spent in the hospital. So that Shel could have breakfast before the 6:00 a.m. eat-nothing deadline, we arose blearily in the dark and staggered about for a while before settling down with coffee and the paper. So comforting, that daily ritual. Even on a day not like all the other days, we can take refuge in reading about the events of a world other than the cancer hospital.
Normally a biopsy is to learn whether you have cancer, but for us there’s no secret there. Today it’s to extract a bit of tumor from inside Shel’s chest to use for gene sequencing, in case he has a genetic mutation that would allow for the possibility that one of the new targeted drugs could help him. A day in the hospital, then eight weeks to wait for the result. Weeks. Eight. Waiting.French Letters Visits America
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