"Who is K... Langstraat?" I asked the surgeon. He looks at me and says, "that's not you?" Um, no sir. You have the last name right, but my first name is Steph! I believe he didn't review any of my stuff prior to my appointment with him. I don't know who this K... Langstraat is, but I immediately said a prayer for her. Things didn't look so good for her. He finally got the right person up on the screen. Again, I hear how this isn't a good situation, blah blah blah. All I wanted to say is no shit, I have cancer, is any cancer a good situation??? Just tell me....are you going to get this crap out of me or not? I already had it in my mind that I was going elsewhere no matter what this guy says. Turns out, he says that he will do it, if the liver surgeon agrees to remove the spot on my liver. Great, so now we have to wait some more to find out what our next step is. That's when I asked to speak to the surgeon alone. Everyone left the room. I told him how scared I was and how I had to live, not for me, but for all those people who just walked out. I also told him that I didn't care what he had to do, how much pain it would cost me, that he needed to help me. Of course, I shed a little tear! That must have helped, because he said that it would be no problem for him to remove that mass. However, things all rested with the liver surgeon.
Remember Rose, she was there that day too. She also got me hooked up with the liver dude and I also had to get set up for a liver biopsy, just for the heck of it. All the docs knew that spot on my liver was related to the lung cancer, but they thought it would be best to do a liver biopsy anyway. Sure why not! That liver biopsy SUCKED. My lung biopsy wasn't so bad because they put me completely out, didn't feel a thing. Well, I did get sick because they gave me 2 percocets on an empty stomach, but I'd take that over the pain I felt with the liver biopsy. I was awake through that whole thing. They gave me a little bit of anesthesia, but they needed me awake and aware so I could take deep breaths when they needed me too. I remember asking the nurse if I was supposed to feel everything, sure enough. When I took a deep breath, it felt like someone was stabbing me. Thank goodness that was over and guess what.....I had to wait days for results. It wasn't hard to wait this time because I had already prepared for the worst knowing it was cancer. That's when my oncologist called me a few days before I was supposed to find out results....
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