so i’m at the hospital now and just finished undergoing a bone marrow biopsy.
apparently, a bone marrow biopsy requires that i lie on my right side in a fetal position while a doctor bores into my pelvic bone with a needle the size of a small railroad spike. then, when he decides that the bone sample is unsatisfactory, he rolls me over and takes another bloody sample from the other side. he was a really nice guy, though.
a few hours later, a small army of physicians comes in and crowds around my bed. brows are furrowed, throats are cleared, and i quietly i prepare for the worst.
“we looked at your biopsy results and are rather perplexed,” the lead doctor says. my ears suddenly perk up and my eyelids open just a few millimeters wider. “we’re not seeing any immediately obvious indicators of Leukemia in your bone marrow.” my shoulders relax. “but we’re seeing something else going on in your marrow that’s very strange. we find your case to be very unusual.” i fight to keep my left eyebrow from shooting up.
“we’d like you to tell us what you did and where you went in Afghanistan.”
i finally got around to scanning in the seal that my aunt got for me. i know it’s not perfect but it’ll do for my purposes.