And so it begins...

June 14, 2013 – After a crazy day (the day before) of running back and forth from my gynocologist to my primary and the surgeon to get referrals and set appointments for a biopsy, the time had come for the biopsy. It was an exhausting 2 days, but I was impressed with how all of the Doctors offices expedited everything. To say I hate needles or anything poking into me would be an understatement. So in hindsight I really wished I had taken a xanax or something to relax me once the procedure started. Up until that point I was fine. I even sent pictures of myself in that sexy paper gown to my best friend Kelli who was out in the waiting room. I'm not quite sure why, but her response was "Dork!" ;)

The biopsy procedure itself was not so much fun. Dr. Shapiro numbed me, but I could still feel the poking and movement of the instrument. And the grinding sound of the vacuum definitely didn't help. And in my typical woos fashion I started to get all nauseous and sweaty and feel like I was going to faint. The nurses were awesome. They turned down the A/C, put cold and wet paper towels on my arms to cool me and were there to tell me how good I was doing. It was horrible, but I was glad it was over. I took a picture of the tumor on the ultrasound screen before I left. I'm not sure why, but I did. Here it is — all 1.8 cm of it.

So now we wait.