I'm not very hip, but I do have hips and one of them is sore. The biopsy went just fine today; the wost part was lying still for at least a half hour while my arms and hands got numb and number. Because lidocaine is injected into the site, the pain is actually minimal during the procedure.
We won't know the results of the biopsy until Monday. The samples must be interpreted by technicians at Mayo in Rochester. It's a bit unsettling to have to wait, but we are hopeful. Today's numbers remained respectable, although both the hemoglobin and platelets were lower than on Monday. The white count is still low, but at least stable. The bottom line is that I do not need any transfusions this week and that is good news.
Oh--I feel better now that my hair got some attention. Do you remember that scene in "O, Brother, Where Art Thou?", one of my all time favorite movies, where George Clooney's character reacts to a fire in the barn in which he is sleeping? He wakes up suddenly and with a wonderfully stricken look, raises a hand to his heavily pomaded hair and remarks, "My hair, my hair!" I can relate.
We'll keep you posted. In the meantime, we wish you all the best.