Words and emotions

Words are so powerful and some more so depending on how close to a situation you are.

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine had a family member who needed to go for a biopsy.  I was concerned for her and her family and made sure she knew I was there if she needed to talk.  I also sent prayers and good thoughts her way. (We do the only thing we can in situations like this).  

As scary as “Biopsy” sounded then…it sounds worse now.

Last week I found out that my dad needs to go for a biopsy for his prostate.  Suddenly the word is so much scarier to me.   The first thought that came to my mind of course was “Cancer”, another very scary word.  

I then went into my ‘logic mode’ and decided that there wasn’t any use in getting overly worried over something that we don’t have any information about yet.  Yes, of course I am concerned, but am waiting for the results before letting full panic set in.  

As strong as my ‘logic mode’ is though, the thought of a biopsy and what it could mean to everyone involved is terrifying right now.  I’ve spoken to people who have gone through this and have done some basic research and I know that the chances are good that everything will be ok…but the word “biopsy” still scares me.  I’m just hoping that it isn’t followed by that other horribly scary word.

The biopsy is tomorrow and I will be there with my parents for support.  I don’t like feeling helpless and any little thing I can do, I will do.  Then all we can do is wait until the results come in.

I will be strong for my family and will try to remain that way through the next couple of weeks. 

Biopsy…I don’t like that word and I will never like it. It doesn’t matter what the results are.