I just wanted to let my readers know that I had my biopsy procedure today. We woke up at 4:30 in the morning and took the hour long drive to Scripps Mercy for the blue light procedure. I won't have results for a few days and will let you know, but so far so good. As I discussed a few days ago, this mass was in a rather precarious and hard to get to spot on the bladder wall.
I was paralyzed because there was a nerve right under the diverticuli and one move would have created a perforation. Unfortunately, balloons don't work very well when there is a hole in the side. The urologist could not take the standard swipe with the flex cutter as the crater was too small, in a tough spot and she had to instead use a rigid scope tool. She also could not, in the end, put the customary medicine over the cauterized spot because it was too thin and this also could lead to perforation.
I was really sweating this one, I am not sure why, the psychic portents were not good. The paralysis talk freaked me out, although the doctor reassured me today that it was no great shakes.
Any surgery where you are getting put under is a serious surgery. I can't forget my late friend Don Pearson, who succumbed during a minor and routine operation when he fell off a table. My friend Gary K. died during a simple hernia surgery last week, unexpectedly. I have threaded more needle'eyes than a wayward camel and more lives than a cat and there is a point in every gambler's life where the deal goes the other way. Was it my time to cash the chips? 😱
Not this time. I came out of the anesthesia with limbs functional and the rest of me little worse for wear. Doctors and staff were great, as always. Can't drive for a day and she wants me to take it easy for a couple days and not strain or there will be complications. So once again, all the work I need to jump into for my auction is going to have to wait a few more days. I need a tailwind and I can't get one when I am recuperating. It will happen, hopefully very soon.
I need to make money again, these procedures are costing me real bread, I owe Scripps about five grand and today I had to fork over about $800 for the copay. I can't understand how I can have a copay like this in December but it is the way it is. Hemorrhaging money.
Haven't been able to see a cardiologist in over two years, the routine procedures were bleeding me dry. Maybe next year when I hit the age of Medicare, if there is any money left in the system anyway, things will get easier and I will find a new cardiologist.
Anyway, first thing, it is obvious that this doctor is very aggressive about finding potential cancer before it becomes a huge problem. My past laissez faire attitude almost got me killed so I am going to let her call the shots this time. Chances are this thing is nothing to worry about. Some minor pain and bleeding at present but nothing I can't get through.
Anyhow, I appreciate all of your concern, and prayers even. I love you all very much.