With all of today's technology, my bone biopsy was conducted by a radiologist who hammered a needle through my buttock into my left hip with a small hammer. "Primitive tools", is how the Hubster described them. He thought his sonic sampling equipment would've been perfect, if only he had one in needle size. I felt every pound on that little hammer, and it felt like a jackhammer, actually. Yes, I was awake! Sedated, but not enough to prevent me from saying, calmly, Uh, that hurts. ALOT! And then I moaned a little. I've never moaned. I'm not a moaner. Really. I gritted my teeth and focused on the cramp in my neck instead, and the thought of making an offer on a house and whether my financing was lined up.
The doctor equated my dense bone to a lump of concrete. He said it's so dense, it doesn't take up the radioactive sugar solution, hence the negative PET scans. Hubster understood that early PET scans were positive, but they were tissue areas. Now the tissue areas are negative, but it sounded like the osteoblastic (bone) lesions, which are sclerotic, have grown over time. So a negative PET says nothing about my bones. BUMMER.
I'm a bit scared of what the results might be. I originally thought it might be a source of hope, but now it just sounds like a confirmation of what it means when cancer goes to your bones (it's incurable). I won't know until next week. Until then, we're making an offer on a house, I'm using the cane Tara gave me (yes, I feel YOUR pain, Tara), lamenting the lack of percocet (really, Vicodin just doesn't feel like anything once you've had Percocet), and waiting for my Mom to get here. Hubster does NOT enjoy the caregiving thing. He's spoiled and says I'm only allowed to be sick one day. He's the one who called Mom for backup!
So all that technology you see on House, MD? All television. They're still using picks and hammers.