Thursday, February 02, 2017

Again with the Needle - February 2, 2017

Late this afternoon, I was a the gym when my mobile phone rang. Caller ID said only "New York City." Realizing it wasn't a local emergency call involving a church member, and not wanting to step off the elliptical trainer, I let it go to voicemail.

When my 30 minutes on the elliptical were ended, I listened to the message. It was from Memorial Sloan-Kettering. Please call back because one of the nurses has a message for you from Dr. Fish.

OK, this is it, I said to myself. My biopsy results.

I called back, and was eventually connected to the right nurse. Yes, she did have my biopsy results: just not the results I expected.

The tissue samples from the lymph nodes were not diagnostic. (In other words, inconclusive.) Dr. Fish wants you to come in - to the main hospital in New York this time - and repeat the biopsy.

That was surprising to me because the needle-wielding doctor at the MSKCC Basking Ridge facility had seemed so confident she'd gotten a good sample.

Someone's going to phone me tomorrow to set up the appointment.

I'd call the news "a kick in the pants" were it not for the fact that getting another needle in the neck sounds worse.

Oh, well. Cancerland is full of surprises.

3 comments:

Nanette Tomlinson-Knoell said...

Carlos, I am so sorry for all you have to go through. I have to have a biopsy of the same kind soon. You are an example for me. Maybe not what you wanted to be. Your ministry and example have blessed me since I walked into your office in 1990. Now, my daughter has been called to ministry, something she swore not to do. God bless. I will keep you in my prayers.

Carl said...

Thanks, Nanette. Hope the years have treated you well - and I hope your biopsy goes well, also!

Bill Kleine said...

Ouch! You're a pro, letting MSK go to voicemail. I like that; you must really know somebody upstairs... My first lung biopsy came back normal. I asked how can a 3x5 lung lump be "normal" so they did a cytology and proved my kidney was trying to grow a replacement in an odd spot. My oncologist had "cured" me, so he made me do all over (they couldn't absolutely rule out primary lung cancer which he was convinced it must be, a really fine option?). I was lucky as my sister in law used to be an associate professor at that teaching hospital so the next guy was chief of interventional radiology. His solution was to keep me wide awake and have me breathe in line to his pre-placed needle before he poked. The nurse was so impressed he kept going on and on about it in great detail in recovery. I knew all about it, you know... I will pray for you, and the doctor's steady hand. Bill