The biopsy

Yesterday was the biopsy. It was a piece of cake thanks to a lovely drug that Ive never heard of. First I went to the recovery room and got into the standard issue hospital gown. They started an IV and asked me all sorts of questions. How tall are you? How much do you weigh? Have you ever used 'recreational drugs?' Are you allergic to anything: medicine? food allergies?Latex? They put me on a heart monitor and a blood pressure monitor. My BP was 122/76. Pretty good for someone who just found out she may have cancer!
They let Frank sit with me. He took care of my iPod while they poked and prodded and asked me questions. In between times I opened Netflix and watched an old 50's movie called 'Daddy Long Legs" with Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron. 
Then they came an wheeled me into the room where the CT scanner was. They scanned my stomach and found the spot to biopsy. Then they told me they were going to put some medicine in my IV. That was it.. gone to a sleepy place. When I woke up I was back with Frank in the recovery room. The doc came in and told me the mass is the size of a baseball. That can't be good. He said he also saw some pieces outside of where the mass is. That surely can't be good. The mass is not attached to any organs. It is in the peritoneal cavity. I was feeling very relaxed. But the nurse wanted to go home. So at 6 o'clock They wheeled me out and we went home. The next entry will talk about Saturday.