I was sent a letter asking me to go to the hospital, so they could have a
look at my lump... so off we all went a nice family outing down to the
hospital, my little man was happy - he brought woody and buzz with him
and was bought a magazine. I never know whether or not to make polite
conversation with other people in waiting rooms, so I didnt. I waited my
turn while the little man and my partner played in the convenient play
area in the waiting room and then they called my name. I made light of
the situation by chatting with the nurse and the man who would scan my
lump. They laid me out of the table in a dark room and began by smearing
my neck in clear goo. I remarked how the ultrasound made my lump look
like a baby, and then the scan man said he was pretty sure it was
nothing to worry about but that he would like to take a sample of lump
with a needle... He said it would hurt, I said I have been through child
birth and nothing hurts more than that - go ahead!
It didnt hurt but the little blighter took two samples, thats 2 needles,
2 sets of ouch! My neck hurt a little afterwards and so I popped some
painkillers and off we went, feeling pretty secure in the fact that two
people had now said I dont think its cancer and defo none of those
google abuse nasties!
