5:30 in the morning… Lets be honest - nobody enjoys waking up this early. Woke up to a feast of medication, 16 tablets. The last bite of food I had was last night, I had to keep my stomach empty so that the medication to makes me drowsy would kick in. The Biopsy was scheduled for 8 o’clock but due to some complications in the operation before me we only started at 12. I was starved.
I was wheeled into the room, said bye to my parents as they wished me luck and told me to stay calm throughout the whole thing. I was with one of my favourite nurses - Carole. I was put on to the OT (Operation Theatre) bed and it sent chills down my spine. The only thing I could thing of was, hoping I passed out before everything started but reality hit me and out came the needles.
The first A-line was put in on my hand (arterial line) and it took about 4 attempts to find my vein - this meant lots of blood. Now you can imagine one naked tall guy freezing his bare butt off on an OT bed with lots of blood, it doesn’t get worse then that. I fell asleep before the operation started and woke up MID surgery. As would anyone else would be, I was extremely frightened, was patted down and strapped to the bed (not in a kinky way, definitely not 50 shades of grey style), I started to panic, Carole was right beside me and told me that everything was going to be fine and that we were nearly done. I then remembered feeling a wire pinching my heart very softly, looked to my left and there was a huge monitor and I could see the inside of my own body and saw the wire being pulled out.
Shortly after this was done, I was wheeled out of the OT and I could see the relief on my family members faces.
I reached my ward and all I could think of was EATING, after all it had been nearly 19 hours since I had a full proper meal.
Overall, the biopsy was not as scary as I imagined it to be, now the next step is to pray that the results give us some indication as to what can be done next.
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