Update: We know (hardly) nothing. *sigh*

First of all? Thank you all, ALL of you, for the amazing, kind, wonderful emails and tweets and comments that you left about this. It really, really helped.  And now, my stream-of-consciousness-update.  I apologize in advance for the babbling. Bullet style.

• It took forever to get into the city yesterday for the ultrasound appointment, and then the GYN. When we finally arrived at 2:20 for our 1:30pm appointment at the ultrasound place, we were told that her appointment was actually at 3pm. Which made no sense, because her appointment with the GYN was at 3pm, and the GYN made this ultrasound appointment for us. Whatever. I left like 3 messages with “Jeannie” the receptionist but apparently she’s not fit to do her job because she didn’t bother to call me back and reassure us that we’d still have our appointment.
• The ultrasound was clear!
• Off we went to the GYN, where I waited in the waiting room for over an hour while she was in with the doctor, jumping everytime a nurse or a patient came through the door because I was waiting for her to come out. Luckily I had some awesome tweets and emails coming my way, which made it a lot easier to take. I also read the latest issue of Time cover to cover, which I have never done, so I’m feeling very up to date on current events. I feel smartish. I might subscribe.
• Ok, the subscription was $20 but I did it anyway because I sort of liked feeling smartish. And I’m terrible about watching the news, so this might help me a bit. We’ll see if I cancel.
  
• She finally got out of the appointment, and it turns out they couldn’t get the sample for the biopsy. The doctor stopped because after three numbing shots and Mom taking her pain medication, she was still in agony and she couldn’t “torture” her anymore.  It makes me sick to think of how much that procedure hurts normally, times about a hundred because of the severity of her illness*.
  
• So, we are going back at the end of November. To do it again. I feel horrible, because she has to go through the entire ordeal again, PLUS all the waiting time. The doctor did say that she was fairly confident everything is fine, but that she wanted to be absolutely sure considering my mother’s symptoms.
  
• Next, we go deal with a patch of skin cancer on her leg. Or, what is almost definitely skin cancer, her doctor said.  When it rains it pours, right?

* I won’t name the illness here because I don’t want her to find this blog.  I’m paranoid about it. Very. very. very. paranoid.