The actual biopsy is performed on January 26th.

I don't eat after midnight.  No water after 7 am.  The surgery is scheduled for 4:30 pm.

Jill, daughter-in-law, takes me to the hospital.  John, son, will join me as soon as he finishes at the dentist.

So far, this is routine.  This is what happened with the last lump I had.  Even though I am at the hospital, this is considered "outpatient surgery".  I will not stay overnight.  I will be released shortly after I wake.  Someone needs to stay with me until I go to bed tonight.

One hitch:  I had had a second Pre-Op prior to this surgery.  They found a bladder infection.  No one told me I had a bladder infection.  I found out about it by hearing the nurse phone the surgeon and ask about a "white blood cell count".

I am offered Vicodin as I leave the hospital with my son.  I turn it down.  I take two Extra Strength Tylenol instead.  I have two of the same the next morning and that is the extent of my pain medication.

That's it, except for the lab results.  

I keep my follow-up appointment a week later, expecting to get the lab results.  They are not back yet.

I leave.  Satisfied.  After all, no news is good news.