It’s evening and I’m home. The biopsy was rather painless. The anesthesia worked well. I remember talking to Tammy while on the CT table and the next thing I know I’m in the recovery room an hour later. I had an omelet and they sent me home.
Dr. Goldich did the procedure, removing a piece of tumor the size of a quarter of a toothpick. He reminded me of a young George Carlin. He’s just a few letters away from having the perfect name for his job. If only he were Dr. Gold‘st’ich.
As I looked at my stomach after the biopsy, I noticed the “x” where they marked for insertion was an inch below the band aid. I pointed this out to Tammy, who explained that they marked me while I was holding my breath during the scan. Once I was under, I relaxed, hence the change in location. There went my hopes of a malpractice suit. Actually, I’ve been impressed at how personable and professional the medical people who have treated me have been.