endometrial biopsy: the awful truth....

Okay, I did survive, and here I am, alive and well and living to tell about it. But tell about it, I will! And I'm sorry if this is considered a Woman's Issue, and is therefore Not To Be Spoken About. Because seriously, as I told my husband yesterday, "If you had this done, you would have fainted."

The doctor is a nice guy. He told me, "You've been through worse than this, having all of those babies." And that may be true. But. It doesn't lessen the fact that this was a brutally painful procedure. If you are reading this and are one of those lucky ladies who breezed through it, then good for you. But for me, the pain was literally breathtaking. I got light-headed and found it hard to breathe, and when the dr. stated that the next thing was going to be a little bit MORE painful, I almost passed out.

I don't mean to be dramatic. It's a quick procedure, which is it's only saving grace. The whole thing was uncomfortable, but also extremely painful in parts. And afterwards, dr. warned me about possible passing out, said it was a physical side effect of the dilation of the cervix, and not to fight it if it happened, just sit down quickly.

And here's something good: the doctor thought things looked good, although the official results will take a week from the pathology lab, he said he would be surprised if there was any cancer. That's extremely good news, although I will wait until next week to break out the bubbly.

Anyway...Paul brought me to the appointment, and we took the nice back roads scenic route home, then I asked him to stop and get me some spiked seltzer, and it hit the spot in the evening. Kathryn and the girls were watching The Great British Baking Show, then Master Chef Junior, which showcased the kids making chicken and waffles...so, of course we had to make chicken and waffles. I just happened to have fresh chicken breast tenders, so I floured, egged, and bread crumbed them, fried them up then baked them a little, while they made a batch of waffles. I skipped the waffles, but the chicken was pretty good, and the kids appreciated it.

I went to bed early...and cried my eyes out. I don't know if the whole biopsy ordeal messed with hormones, or if I was just having a post-procedure shock, but I could not stop crying. At one point I thought about baby Robert, my little guy who was stillborn, several years back, because this pain was like that pain, how the cervix was dilated so quickly, and I remembered how little he was, and how his "birth" was so sad when it should have been such a celebration...so I just cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

This fine morning, I am of much better disposition, I am not crying anymore, but I still feel achy and crampy, and like I want cookies and chocolate and coffee and a good book in my jammies, but wait: I always feel like that, ha.

Anne is coming soon, and today we are going to the library. Joseph is driving Kathryn to the airport...Kap is 20 years old, but I still worry, she is flying by herself to Norway, via the Atlanta, the biggest airport in the world. She is apprehensive, has traveled alone before, but still.

It's going to be even more quiet here...only Joseph, the little girls, and me, and Paul...wow. But I'm sure once Margaret rests up, she'll be here visiting with that sweet little Wulf.:)