The rest of 2009 was filled with tests. It started with blood tests and ultrasounds. The lump was not a simple cyst so I had to have a biopsy. Before the biopsy they stuck a long camera tube down my nose and into my throat to make sure the lump wasn't doing any damage to my vocal cords. That was incredibly uncomfortable.
Then had to come the biopsy. I had read about it on the internet so I knew what to expect. They would freeze the area and insert a needle into the lump and remove some cells for testing. However, the doctor told me I did not need freezing. He said it would feel just like a bee sting. I believed him.
I don't like things to be sugar coated. I like to know exactly what I should expect. It hurt like heck. After they took the sample, the left me in the room alone. The pain increased and I became scared. There was a of pressure and I started to cry. A nurse came in and found me. The doctor came in and took a look. He said it was fine and I was on my way.
Looking back on this, I did not speak up for myself once. Peter, my boyfriend was in the waiting room. I didn't even ask him to come with because no one told me I could. It would have been less scary to have him there.
When we got to the car, I cried again. I was scared and stressed. He held me in the car. Later we went to the mall. I bought a colourful necklace from H&M. I think about that day every time I put it on.
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