Today I went into my oncologist to have marrow and bone extracted. Super awesome best of good times. I know, I was there. I believe this is the fifth time I've had this procedure performed. My hind quarters gain a lovely little scar each time. We now have four marks on the right side of my tail bone and one on the left.
Three out of five times they've hit a nerve in the bone. It is a wildly painful moment. The sensation registers as a 9 on my pain scale, assuming 10 is pain that leads to a lack of consciousness (which I've done before, hello septic shock). Today was one of those three nerve stabbing moments. She had to pull everything out and restart, which is what happens in those cases.
As an aside, who needs nerves inside of their bones? What's up with that, Evolution? I don't want to know when bad things are happening in relation to my bones. Skin is a different issue, I can see a purpose there. Needless to say, I dropped the f-bomb at least three times in front of my doctor and her two friendly nurse colleagues. They seemed pretty sympathetic.
Next Friday I'll visit with my oncologist again to discuss the results. They'll probably call and talk to me before then as well. The really good scientific results won't be back for two weeks, that includes the flow cytometry details. At the very least it'll be interesting to know where the leukemia stands. Here's to hoping it doesn't stand at all.
Enjoy the picture of my last bone marrow draw:
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