Waiting

So, while I'm waiting for the date of my biopsy to arrive, I try to gather as much information as possible about what I'm facing. This was a mistake! I read two or three books (more properly, sections of two or three books) that described the procedure and likened it to snapping a rubber band on your wrist...except it ain't rubber and it sure as hell isn't my wrist. I also contacted friends whom I knew had been through the procedure.

First was Ken. Ken is a dentist who decided being a dentist was bad enough...so he also became an attorney (so no one talks to him at cocktail parties). Ken has become a strong advocate for men's prostate health and immediately sent me a few articles he had written on the subject for a publication. Within the first three sentences I found the words, "It HURTS (his emphasis, not mine)," well, now I'm feeling better...not.

It was during this time I learned a client, and valued friend, in Phoenix had been mirroring my experience and had just had his biopsy. His advice, "Take the shot."

Another friend mentioned the rubber band analogy, but added, when I mentioned the shot remark, that I'll probably want to drink several shots both before and after.

I had decided Lucia needed to be a part of the whole adventure (she had expressed her wish to do so at the first mention of trouble) so I asked her to accompany me the day of the biopsy and drive...even though I had been told I'd be OK. Lucia quickly agreed.

Now it was just a case of wait and continue reading and talking...and thinking.