She held up the vial to show me, quite pleased, giving it a little swirl to let the dark red particles stand out in the suspension of pink liquid (solution+me) that for all my curiosity in things medical I kinda could have gone without seeing. But the message was, Much better. At last we’ll finally know for sure.
I was fine till I left that room and then suddenly I wanted to faint and barf, but never mind.
A year ago I had symptoms (still do), and while it was agreed all around that it probably wasn’t cancer you can’t leave something like that to chance, you have to biopsy. So she did–but got precious little in the sample. The ultrasound was reassuring though so she gave me my options on following up and advise on when to do so.
Today was that day.
This time she gave me a prescription to take ahead of time: one pill the night before. That’s it.
Which is a good thing, because the pain was instant and I hope never to take it again.
It opened things right up and today she was able to get that good biopsy and by the end of the week we should have the results.
After I got home I searched the name of that med because it had sounded vaguely familiar and I was curious.
I was staggered. Although, it made perfect sense: it is the second drug that is sometimes prescribed as a follow-up in medically-induced abortions. It induces labor.
And thus affects post-menopausal women such that the doctor can get a decent sample to see if they have endometrial cancer.
Women’s health. Full stop.