Andrew had his liver biopsy this past Tuesday. Before he was wheeled in we spoke to the doctor about what had happened during the last biopsy. He told us that non-diagnostics only happen in 5 percent of all biopsies. So we were just in that lucky 5, I guess. Anyhoo ... the biopsy went smoothly, and after it was done the doctor told me that the samples were "definitely diagnostic". So, I'm holding him to that promise.
Andrew has been having a bit of a rough time after this one. The liver area is sore, and he's having a lot of nausea and trouble eating. I guess this is why they don't want to go poking around in there if they don't have to. But there hasn't been any blood or sharp pain to indicate internal bleeding, so that's a blessing. We haven't heard yet from Dr. Z's office about when to come in for the results -- about a week, I would think.
We got to have dinner with our old friend John Fisher the other night. We haven't seen him since Chuck's wedding more than 2 years ago. We had a great time laughing and catching up, and cancer didn't even come up until the very end of the evening, so that was superb!