That's the day when biopsy will be done. At least attempted biopsy. Collection of lymph nodes will have to be checked out.
I am just not looking forward to someone approaching my neck with long needle.. can't think of anyone who would.
Life has its own way..
Friend of mine lost her father recently. Another one lost his mother, and another lost her unborn baby. It just does not feel ok, not like this. I cried myself to sleep last night, concerned about my friend, anxious about my own biopsy; finally fell asleep at 1am and waking up far too early at 5am... very much resembling Cookie Monster, puffy eyes and all. But hey wait, Cookie Monster's eyes are not puffy, are they?
