Many years ago, I found a small lump on the side of my right rib. As I am quite a cysty person, I chalked it up to bad luck and another cyst I would have to eventually take care of. That brings us to present and a noticeably larger and much more painful cyst that resides in my side. I decided to call upon my go to doctor, Dr Earl. I went to his office and had it evaluated. He told me that it was a tumor and that I should really have it removed but being the end of the year, I would need to get in the beginning of 2014. Now, knowing that the cost of this could be circumstantial, I called his office in January and implored at the cost of this procedure. The front desk didn't want to be bothered with me and quite disgruntled told me they would have to "look into it but that a response would be no earlier than at least a week." Those of you that know anything about me, doesn't take this kind of news lightly and I got right to work trying to find a new doctor. I mean, give me a bloody break! Can't even give me a rough estimate of how much a surgical procedure would cost!?! Ridiculous and unacceptable. So, I set to doing a bit of research when Bradley suggested I just go to Nebraska and have my dad remove it. "You could see your folks and your dad would be much more gentle than anyone else." True, true. My pain tolerance is near nothing and that alone besides going for a visit was enough to book a ticket immediately. I tried to call my dad to see if that would be all right but he was on a cruise, so I thought it best to grab the deal I had found and just text him. "Dad, I need you to remove a tumor. Got a ticket. I'll be there Friday. Love you." I got a call from him the following day..."Umm...HELLO!? You have a WHAT?" We talked about it and after some pictures and measurements, I was headed to the Midwest to have my "situation" taken care of. Mom picked me up at the airport and I was a nervous wreck. I was so scared. We drove to Beatrice and met him at his office where he was ready to perform surgery. I felt so peaceful and scared at the same time. I knew that dad would do a fantastic job and that he would be more than sympathetic and gentle, yet the idea of having a tumor and having any sort of pain put me into a mess of emotions. Dad performed the surgery with such ease. I laid awake as he finished the last stitch and sat up to get hugs from both my parents. It was a relatively easy recovery. Not much pain and I got to vege with my parents without kids for an entire TWO days! We watched movies, talked and ate out. It was such a lovely visit. The tumor looked normal and the biopsy showed the same results. I have a beautiful 2 inch scar on my left that I cherish. I think of my dad every time I see it. When I returned home, I informed Brad that he would need to remove the stitches. Dad instructed me that he put them in tightly so Bradley would need to use a blade to cut them open and remove. Brad reminded me kindly, that he was a doctor too, and was quite capable of removing them. We set up the bedroom with light and I laid on my side, much to my chagrin, to have the stitches taken out. I was terrified. Brad had brought home a scalpel and after my five minutes of telling him to wait and that I wasn't ready in a panicked state, he started removing them, only the scalpel he was using was not the sharpest in the bunch. We moved to the bathroom for more light and still, it wouldn't cut through the vycril and with me wincing and getting teary eyed, Brad proclaimed, "I NEED MY LOOPS!" Besides the fact Ry kept coming in and out of the room crying because I was in pain forced us to jump in the truck and head to his office. We got there and within minutes he had removed them all in seconds flat. I convinced him to smooch me in the abandoned office and we headed home with a tumor less and stitch less body.
A funny aftermath comment was made while my visiting teachers were seeing me. One of the sisters has a husband who is an ER doc. When she told him I was flying to Nebraska to have a tumor removed, he asked why I was going there. She told him I was having my dad remove it. Then when she heard that Brad was removing the stitches, he replied, "So let me get this straight. She flying to NEBRASKA to have her Podiatrist father remove the tumor and her Dentist husband take out the stitches?" Yes, it sounds cooky but it works.
How fortunate but completely blessed I feel to have such loving hands to help me. I have always felt that my Father in Heaven has had a special place for me in his heart. I felt it again as I brush the side of my scar. I have a father who would do anything at any time for me and a husband who adores me regardless of my many flaws. I am truly blessed and I am so grateful.
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