When you hear the word biopsy it is always associated with cancer – a dreaded disease that can take away your life.
I felt nervous when the doctor advised me to have one. They need to know whether the tumor was malignant or not.
The fear of the unknown crept in.
Questions after questions.
What if it’s malignant?
What will happen to my family and to my loving wife? I was just married for a year & a half. Too early to leave a harsh and a cruel world. I still don’t have kids.
I thought the biopsy was just a small prick versus the previous aspiration of the synovial fluid. But, it was not.
A CT scan guided biopsy was required.
Like any medical procedure, you signed a waiver to free the hospital from any liability. I did.
Everything was prepared from the biopsy tool kit, radiation technology team, nurses and doctor.
Until, the doctor made a litany on the possible complications – pancreatitis, infection, bleeding, sepsis, etc. and many more.
“Do you still want to continue?” Asked by the doctor.
What?!? Who am I to halt the procedure?
All eyes were on me.
I muttered a resounding ‘yes’.
I laid on the scanning plate and looked at the ceiling. I hummed my favorite tune.
Entered the scanning machine, pancreas was located and anesthesia was applied just a few inches above my navel.
Suddenly, a big black tube with a 12-inch needle was pierced through my belly. I have never seen that before in my life. Not once, not twice but thrice.
Took a small specimen of the tumor and went to the vial.
A small vial and a not so tiny needle combo that forever changed the course of my life.