Thursday was a day from
hell a real life nightmare. I had my bone marrow biopsy.
- They said the freezing needle would be the most painful part.
- They said I’d walk out of there within 20 minutes of the procedure.
- They said it would be quick and easy.
It will be fun they said.. Okay they didn’t actually say that but if what they said was true I would have deemed it fun in comparison. None of this was the case for me. Turns out I’m 1/1000 cases (my mom said she already knew I was 1/million, isn’t she sweet?? Moms are the best.).
They accessed the back of my hip on my right side near my spine. The freezing needles definitely hurt, but were not the most painful part whatsoever. When the doctor went in to take his first bone sample, the pain was so strong I nearly vomited; just thinking about it now makes me quiver and gag. I think he could tell how much I felt that and put more freezing in before going in again. I can’t tell you exactly how many times his tool ogre’d into my hip bone, but I can tell you it was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. By around the fifth and sixth time he said “Last time hang in there”(twice) and I wanted to yell and scream and say “Please no, I can’t do it, I can’t do it.”, but the pain was so intense I just yelped and whimpered and continued to death grip my arm and try to breathe.
When it was over, the pain was so sharp still and the vibrations of the tool were radiating through my back. I lied there crying, soaked in nervous sweat, trying not to move too much. My face was swelling from a reaction to the stress or the freezing or both, pushing my cheeks up towards my eyes. My arms and hands were soon to follow. At this point I’m thinking I had to be the world’s biggest sissy to be reacting so badly to such a “simple” procedure. They told me I did great (yeah right) and that the pain would be gone in a couple minutes and then I could go home. Thank goodness.
Unfortunately for me, the pain did not go away. For the next four hours I was in excruciating pain that amplified even more almost every few minutes. It felt just like the initial procedure and I’d gasp and clench blankets or Daine’s hand until my our hands literally turned white and blue. The nurses had me try to walk, but my right leg shot pains down my tailbone as my leg gave out on me.
I was given gravol and morphine through an IV and kept for the day, but the morphine hardly touched the pain. We joked with the nurses as they went through shift changes that we had also put in a full shift today. The time came to go and Daine wheel chaired me out of there and
intelligently shut down my ideas to take me on a joy ride and drift some corners. Considering we couldn’t hit a bump in the truck without me gasping from pain, this was probably a very smart move.
At my follow-up and dressing change, my doctor noticed that I had also had an allergic reaction to the tape on my bandage, which wasn’t helping the healing process either. Sometimes she goes and some time she doesn’t. It’s now been 5 days and I am able to take some steps without collapsing or breaking down. The morphine has been helping the pain now, but the nausea has been awful. I’ll take that over the pain any day though. I am hoping the test yields the results the doctor is looking for and there is some light and pain free sight in my near future.
Thanks for reading! I hope you never have to have a bone marrow biopsy, if you do I am so sorry you read this… but don’t worry, your odds are better, you’ll be one of the other 999/1000 right?? 😉 <3
P.S. Huge huge hugs and thanks to Mr. Daine Elliott for bearing with me through the pain, tears and grumpiness I threw at him as my body and mind went through this trauma. (And for telling me I still look cute when my face is puffy and swollen:) It’s not easy being a caretaker, especially to me, so thank you so much.