A Little Insight To My Past

As I sit here in the emergency waiting room at Long Beach Memorial I can't help but think about what possible illnesses the others have around me. This is my second visit to the emergency room, curtousy of my Oncologist request to "speed things up." I am not a blogger, I have never done any blogging, facebooking, or twittering. I know that what I may write may contain many grammatical errors. All tat I have to say to that is " shame on you, I didn't force you to read this elementary school paper." Anyways, About a year ago I began feeling a bit "off." I felt a bit more fatigued when doing my day to day activities. I did not take the situation too seriously, chalking it up to my heavy academic and professional workloads. It was not until I was forced to see an old family physician in La Palma that I was confronted with the concept that this cancer that I had shaken off 5 years ago made its way back into my body.
My first overnight stay was at Long Beach Memorial on June 27, 2009. My family Doctor recommend I go to the E.R and be admitted for the complaints I was having. Two weeks and four days later I was released. During my stay, I endured a spectrum of physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional ups and downs. CT scans, X-Rays, IV lines, Steroids, and hospital food is what I dealt with. There were some days that were actually pretty entertaining. One morning, at around 8:00 am, I had a procedure done in my room involving the placement of a PICC (peripherally inserted central cathador). Once that was completed, the bone marrow biopsy circus came in. When asked to describe the type of pain I felt when I had a giant drill placed into my pelvis, drill through my bone, and tear out pieces of bone for lab work, I just say it feels like someone had taken a giant drill, placed it into my pelvis, then proceeded drilling through my bone, and tore out a peice of my bone. An hour after the mideival torture technique was completed, I was told that the PICC line placed in my right arm was not properly set. So again I had to sit there watching as People would cut into my flesh and send a wire through the inner part of my bicep and guide it back to my heart. Anyways, thats all minor league stuff. I had a 3:00 pm masterbation session setup because my Oncologist recommened I freeze my sperm because the chemo may sterilize me. As I returned back to my room to complete the mission, I was delightfully welcomed with cheers and "go get 'em" from the nursing staff. One even asked if I needed a hand. Once the task was complete, I put the little guys in a chilled package and sent them on their marry little ways.
Now, I have already done one biopsy to remove tissue for testing, with the results reading "inconclusive." The second biopsy was a bit more invasive. I four inch laceration just above the carina (look it up), a tiny camera at the end of a wire was all that was needed for this next biopsy. Result: inconclusive! Horse Shit! After talking with my thoracic surgeon, he explained to me the next type of biopsy I will get to endure. Again, I am back here in the E.R, not because I am despiratley ill, my Oncologist wants me to have the biopsy done NOW! I know that as I sit here in triage, my loved ones pray for my well-being. You guys have definatley made this trip a much easier one than it could have been. I will leave it at that. I will let you wonderful people know what happens next.