two down

Things went as well as possible on Tuesday at the big biopsy appointment. I didn't pass out or throw up this time, and that is always promising. I should hear back from the doctor in a couple weeks. Hopefully by Labor Day I will either be told that I don't have to come back for a full year or I will have a good, solid plan in place. The doctor seemed optimistic, as the preliminary tests I had done last month showed that everything is better than it was in 2005. She discounted the fact that everything looked perfect last year right after I had Jake, and said that my old doctor should have made arrangements for another test since it may have been a false negative reading. But, he packed up and left for Atlanta without ever considering me and my lady. Jerk.

And tomorrow is the big day. I should get a call from Jefferson Hospital sometime between six and nine tonight with my go-time. My mom gets in at 9.30 tomorrow morning to take Jake off my hands for the week. I miss him already and I feel terrible that these past couple days have been so hectic that I didn't have the chance to spend any quality time with him. Luckily, the boy has the disposition of an Irish Setter and is happy no matter what he's doing and who he's with so he has been having a great time with the aunts and cousins all week while I've been poked and prodded and jostled about.

Did I mention that Jake will be on a plane for the first time in his whole born life on Sunday? Mixed feelings on that one. I'm glad my mom will be the one to deal if he screams but he will be careening over Pennsylvania at 500 miles per hour and a billion feet in the air without me. I'm not afraid of air travel, I'm much more wary of driving, but it's still nerve wracking.

Luckily I'll be sedated through the whole ordeal.