Words I NEVER wanted to have to say again. I received the call yesterday that my CT guided needle biopsy is scheduled for next Wednesday.  I should arrive 2 hours early and expect to be there about 6 hours. I am not worried about the biopsy itself, although the thought of someone continually inserting a needle into my pelvic bone isn’t exactly comforting, but I am worried about what the results might show.  And if, like the last time, they find nothing from the needle biopsy, then an open incision biopsy may be next.

I am really trying to take this one step at a time, but am having a difficult time not comparing this experience to the last time and running down every possible bunny trail in my mind. When someone tells you you have cancer and that the surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation are going to be really tough, you have no idea what that really means.  That is a blessing.  Now that I have experienced it before I know exactly what it will be like and how long it will take (if ever) to return to any sort of normalcy in my life.  That information just intensifies my fear. I am looking into alternative treatments, but realize it is too early to look for other options, when I don’t even know what “it” is yet (if anything).

So I try to remain positive, but it ebbs and flows. I have a huge group of prayer warriors who are lifting me up emotionally, spiritually, and for physical healing during this time of waiting. Hope comes and goes, but I truly believe God left me here, the last time, for a reason.  I am trying to believe that reason still exists today. All prayers greatly appreciated!