If I had a dime for every time I heard the phrase, “‘This is unique.’, ‘This is rare.’, or even, ‘This is something I may see only once during all my years of practice!’,” I’d be rich. Well, not really, but I’d probably have about $0.70. It’s not much to bank on, but it’s there. Apparently, the whole You’ve-Got-A-Tumor-That’s-Eaten-Your-Entire-Manubrium thing isn’t seen very often. I’ve always thought doing things the same as everyone else is boring. Yippee me!
I had the CT guided biopsy with conscious sedation yesterday. That was a tad bit of a joke. There was no sedation, only consciousness. Imagine feeling the pop of a hollow needle go through your bone (or what’s left of it) and being fully awake. It was great! (Joke) Unfortunately, that stupid monster is MILLIMETERS from my aorta. The doctor performing my biopsy decided it was too much of a risk to continue the procedure, so they sent me back to recovery with instructions to head over to the Heart Hospital.
I spoke with Dr. Garrett at the Heart Hospital about why the biopsy doctor was unable to get a good sample. We discussed all the options and decided on surgery. Dr. Garrett is a cardiothoracic surgeon, so I suppose if I had to pick someone to operate that close to my aorta it would be him. There’s still that small possibility the lab will be able to get some answers with the bit of tissue we have, but I was told not to get my hopes up.
This next surgery is scheduled for Tuesday. I would be honored if you would say a quick prayer for steadiness of Dr. Garrett’s hands during the procedure. ‘Millimeters’ isn’t very much space to work with!
“Surely he will never be shaken; a righteous man will be remembered forever. He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD. His heart is secure, he will have no fear; in the end he will look in triumph on his foes. He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor, his righteousness endures forever; his horn will be lifted high in honor.” Psalm 112:6-9