It’s 9am on October 2nd and I’m being prepped for four biopsies on my right breast. I’ve been praying over this strange curve on the road of life.  I have faith and know God will not ask me to endure more than I can bear; I pray for His calming spirit to come upon me.  A scripture keeps running through my mind as I pray: Keep busy in the work of the Lord.  I feel God is assuring me that if I become more involved in sharing the Good News with everyone I meet throughout my treatment, He will keep me strong.  I pray constantly for His Word to be found in my mouth; that He find me worthy to be His child; that He fill me with Holy Spirit to give a thorough witness for my unwavering hope in His promises.

An hour has gone by and I’m wondering when the technicians will be starting one of the biopsies.  I’m so surprised when they tell me that their part of the procedure has already been done and I’m going into another room to have the last three biopsies done.  God has answered my prayers.  The procedure has so far been pain-free.  Praise God!  I’m in prayer the balance will be just as pain-free.

There are three remaining biopsies.  The second biopsy proves to be painful.  No matter how much the radiologist numbs this one area, each time she tries to do the biopsy, the pain is almost unbearable.  I wince each time she tries to take more.  After two attempts, the radiologist says she won’t probe that area for more tissue and she lets me rest on the table; to catch my breath and prepare for the last biopsy.  The last biopsy is not painful and at last I’m done. At the site of each biopsy there is a marker the size of a mustard seed implanted so when future mammograms are taken these markers will show the removal of tissue.

I put on another gown and am waiting to have additional mammograms taken to be sure the markers show up.  As I’m waiting, I’m praying.  My prayer warriors have been amazing and God has graciously answered my prayers as well as theirs; that there is minimal pain. Everything looks good, so I’m given two ice packs and a pink teddy bear to hug while Richard drives me home.  The Radiology Technologist tells me my primary care physician (PCP) should have the results by Monday, October 6th.  Praise God I’m not in any real pain, just exhausted from the ordeal!  Now, more waiting, more praying.