AGAIN in Postcards 4

This is my favorite shot of me, selfishly, from Comic Con this year. My tooth is missing. My sense of humor is doing pretty well, and both granddaughter and me are reading in the break before the NASA Panel begins.

Today was not my favorite day of this cancer journey. It was to be a second biopsy, a far more detailed version, a guided needle CT scan biopsy, and I didn’t eat, didn’t take my pills except for my BP pill this morning. We got there and had to wait as all the preliminary stuff had been done.

Finally, with nurse Elizabeth, I was up on the CT table, all ready to go. The doctor came in, they started proceedings, and the CT machine broke. A wheel shattered. G brought me home, tucked me in, and went about gathering the stuff he would lead for the home loan now that the interest rates are down. Pack up and move out money. Put it all in a box if we can’t find an apartment money. Get this place ready to sell money, and buy a motor home money. He got all but one thing done.

He made having to do the biopsy over again worthwhile next Tuesday.