I, too remember the sting of the biopsy, and the torture of the second one. I recall driving home and the anesthetic wearing off, and the promise to any higher power listening, that I would do anything to make the pain stop. I finally pulled over, popped two advil and rocked in my seat for 10 minutes.

That's when I decided that the rest of the treatment will not ever be as bad as that, and so far, It's good. I will take whatever life throws at me, one day at a time!

Barb