The Good: No surgery tomorrow
The Bad: No diagnoses yet
The Ugly: I could use a drink
Dr. Tytle’s (biopsy doctor) office called this morning to let me know there was a mess up at the lab this weekend. Apparently the pathologist assigned to my case wasn’t even scheduled to be in the office. Not too smart, there, Mercy Hospital. Especially not too smart since my surgery scheduled tomorrow was dependent upon those results. Come on people, this is my life you are screwing with! So, after a quick freak-out and even quicker anger session, I got on the tele and started bugging everyone. Let that be a learning experience for them! Don’t be dummies because I will kill you with kindness until I get what I need:)
About 45 minutes later I got a phone call to cancel surgery tomorrow. That SUPER SMALL chance of there being enough biological material came through. What does that mean? It means that some pathologist out there has a good idea of what my diagnosis is, but he needs to do more ‘staining’. I hate stains. I hate biological stains even more. (OxyClean Max Force does wonders) Maybe as a funny ha-ha I’ll send a gift box to my pathologist. I understand it can sometimes take DAYS when they need to ‘do more stains’.
So, that was the good and the bad, now to the ugly. I could TOTALLY use a drink. I will probably pick up the kids from school, go over Harper’s homework, encourage them to go upstairs and build me something ‘special’ with the MILLIONS of lentil sized legos they got for Christmas and then make me a nice glass of wine hidden in an Eskimo Joe’s cup. Don’t judge!
‘Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.’ John 14:27