I've got a new oncologist charged with the challenge of keeping me alive for as long as possible. But it seems that my records aren't in order, so we're going to start from square 1, which starts tomorrow. I'm going to have a biopsy at noon, but they don't want me eating or drinking anything after midnight.
Just knowing that I can't have anything to eat or drink after midnight makes me want to do both tomorrow morning. I'm thinking I may get up at 11:30 tonight and have something to eat. I know it's probably all in my head and I know I won't starve to death before the procedure, but I'm going to feel that way anyway.
I hope they just go ahead and knock me out to take what they need. I'm not much for a local anesthetic. Knock my butt out!
Then it'll be almost a week before we'll find out what he found and then we'll formulate a plan of action. In reality, he'll form the plan and we'll agree to it. I see new medications in my future. And I'm betting dollars to doughnuts that whatever he prescribes, it won't taste good.
I'm all for bubblegum-flavored chemotherapy drugs.
But as long as it works, I'll put up with whatever he gives me. I'd like to be around for a long while.