Swallow the tube

Bottom line: we don't know any more than we did before we did the biopsy, but we have something to test and will know in a week or ten days. (Blessed relief: for ten days I don't have to think about all this stuff. I will, of course, but I don't have to.)

So here is stage two (or three, or four, depending on how you count). After the apprehension and the awkwardness of trying to internalize both the possibility that the adrenal gland is "clean" and the possibility (probability) that it is cancerous, the biopsy took place yesterday, Thursday at El Camino Hospital in Mountain View. They had some emergencies, so the wait was very long: Noon for the preliminary checkin, 2:00 pm for the Endoscopy unit, 3:30 pm for the actual "procedure". The procedure actually took place beginning at 5:00 pm and we did not get out of the hospital until 8:00 pm. "Nothing by mouth after midnight" is the rule so I was dehydrated and beyond hunger. I could not have done this with any equilibrium without the help of a friend who calmly and quietly went through the process with me and waited. That human touch (and the good humor of the nurses and hospital staff) really helped.

Of the "procedure" I remember nothing. They give you a tranquilizer and then something to put you to sleep. The anesthesiologist says he will ask me to count to 10 and then I will be out. I don't remember even counting to ten. The doctor (very good, competent, and gives a lot of information) reported that he could not reach the main mass on the right adrenal because of an intervening blood vessel, but that he was able to take a sample for biopsy from another spot right next to the mass.

I guess that is enough, but now there are three spots and I don't know how they think about this: if the sample is clean, does that mean the other spots are also clean? If it is cancerous, does that mean that the others are also cancerous? And what about new spots they haven't even seen yet?

Two impressions of the hospital: (1) it is so beautiful, quiet, calming; I wonder at the difference between this and the large public hospitals where most people are treated, the amount of money that goes into these buildings and the art that is in them and the names of the (rich?) people who have given money to support the hospital. V says that one massive blown-glass hanging sculpture probably cost $150,000. (2) the whole process is very "industrialized": each step in the process is monitored, requires its own paperwork, and the functions are routinized. There were three people waiting for this procedure when I arrived all waiting in one big room (with curtains between), each one gowned and hooked up to an iv. They guy next to me had colon cancer and the doctor was explaining how it could be treated. Each patient (odd word applied to people in the hospital for health reasons: "patient"; what if they are "impatient"?) is moved and tested and returned to the recovery unit. Felt a little like an auto assembly line.

I don't feel like a "victim" (a "cancer victim" as the term is used) or even as "unhealthy". I am actually pretty healthy, except for this little problem.....Is there a way in which we have created a system that separates the "sick" from the "healthy"? Maybe it is because sickness makes us uncomfortable and speaks to our vulnerability and the certainty of life ending.

p.s. In the first post, I said that my left kidney was taken in 2008; actually it was 1988.
p.p.s. The procedure itself: Turns out, this is a common procedure, a way of getting at organs from the "inside" as it were. You put a flexible tube down the throat and into the stomach and the intestines with a camera and an ultrasound thingy that "maps" organs roughly like sonar. Then they use a needle to go through the wall of the intestine to take a biopsy sample from the tumor on the adrenal gland.