Excuse me, Doc. That's not a needle - that's a scalpel!

March 11th. It's biopsy day! Now, the thought of this didn't exactly make me feel all giddy at the core, so I wasn't looking forward to it. I mean, sticking a big long needle into my swollen lymph node just doesn't sound appealing.

Todd and I went to see Dr. Lorimer at the Ottawa hospital and after he had a look at me, he dropped the bomb....

"So, Cindy we are not going to do a needle biopsy. We're just going to remove the lymph node."

Fabulous. Out comes the scalpel. And out goes Todd. When the doctor kicked him out of the room, I knew I was not about to have one of the funnest experiences in my life. First came the freezing needle, which....yeah....that sucked. Then, came the surgery and I could still feel things so out comes the freezing needle again....and it sucked just as much as the first time. After some maneuvering, the Dr. finally got the lymph node out and into a little sterile cup it went, on its way to the lab. After some stitches, I was off to get some blood taken. This was all not fun too because I couldn't really sit down because the incision was right where my leg bends. So, there I sit, in a chair at the hospital, all lopsided and twisted! It was quite the site!

At home, after biopsy, the incision was putting up a good fight and after some ice packs and whining I finally fell asleep. Now....the waiting....