So the core biopsy is done, and it wasn't too bad - all in all, as far as the experience itself and the recovery period goes, I'd choose it over oral surgery. In a way, the "Oh, you poor thing, we're so sorry," behavior of the nurses and doctor was more disconcerting. I mean, they see that sort of thing all the time, don't they? Don't they?
Now it's waiting and waiting for the results until Thursday afternoon or perhaps Friday - I'm going out of town on Friday afternoon, so I'm really hoping that I hear before that, because I don't want to wait throughout the entire weekend until Monday.
In the meantime, I am HUGELY grateful to my wonderful mom, who has carted me around on both trips so far, and been very supportive and loving, and fed me hot chocolate after the biopsy**, and distracted me with nice everyday chatter about cheerful things. In some ways being the helpless supportive bystander is worse than going through some of these things oneself, and being the helpless supportive mother is worst of all. I know because I've been there, and I haven't noticed that the age of one's child makes a huge amount of difference in how one worries about them when they are truly in trouble. So I'm truly grateful, Me Mum. You are The Best.
** definitely more enjoyable than it would have been after oral surgery!
In the spirit of fair play, I add something a little something dedicated to fathers. Fathers at Christmas. Minnesotan fathers at Christmas. And a T-Rex.
From The Brave New Workshop, in Minneapolis: