the intense feeling is gone.
“Good job, Olivia,” Dr. Yoffman says. “Now I’m going to get a core biopsy. I’m going to work the Jamshidi into your bone. You might feel some more pressure, but it shouldn’t be painful. Just have some patience and hold tight.”
I have no clue what Dr. Yoffman is doing now, but my body sways slightly back and forth and Stevie squeezes his eyes shut tightly.
“You okay?” I ask him.
“No. I’ll never be okay again,” he whines, his palm sweaty and slick against mine.
“Hey…it’s okay,” I coo at him. “Look at me.”
His eyes open and pin mine, tears filling up in crystal pools. “I’m sorry I’m such a weenie.”
“You’re not. You’re here with me, and that says a lot. And just think…when we’re done…we’ll go for a coffee and I’ll tell you all about my date last night with Garrett. Okay?”
Stevie swallows hard and nods, blinking the wetness out of his eyes.
My lower body continues to sway back and forth, and I imagine Dr. Yoffman is pounding the needle into my bone. Strangely…it doesn’t hurt that much.
“So, you had a hot date last night?” Dr. Yoffman asks genially.
“She’s going out with a professional hockey player,” Stevie says, his eyes brightening, and he even risks a peek up at Dr. Yoffman.
“Oh, do tell,” Dr. Yoffman says.
“She’s seeing Garrett Samuelson,” Stevie supplies before I can even get the words out of my mouth. “And Doc…he is H-O-T.”
Dr. Yoffman laughs. “I don’t know about those things, but he’s a phenomenal player. We were lucky to get him last year. Okay…I’ve got the core sample. I’m removing the needle now.”
I feel nothing, except some gentle prodding pressure. “No stitches are needed. I’m just putting a small bandage over this, and you can remove it a bit later.”
I hear the snap of gloves being removed, then Dr. Yoffman and Stevie are helping me sit up.
The nurse busies herself with taking the samples out of the room, and Dr. Yoffman washes his hands again. “You did really well, Olivia. I wish all my patients were that brave.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” I muse. “Although that could be the Ativan talking.”
Dr. Yoffman laughs as he dries his hands. Turning back around, he says, “You might be a tiny bit sore. Just take some ibuprofen if you need it. They’ll schedule you at the front desk for your treatment tomorrow and I’ll see you in four weeks, when we do the second cycle. But I’ll be calling you once I get the results in from the biopsy, and also we still need the PET results too.”
“That’s scheduled in three days,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says in acknowledgment. “In the meantime, you can call me if you have any other questions or concerns. I’m going to take good care of you, Olivia. I promise.”
“Thanks, Dr. Yoffman. You’ve been very kind,” I tell him.
He laughs as he heads toward the door. Shaking his head, he says, “Most patients don’t tell me that just after I’ve punched down into their bone. Thanks, Olivia. You just made my day.”
After he leaves, Stevie helps me get off the table and I quickly get dressed.
“Let’s go get that coffee,” I tell him.
“And I want sex details,” he reminds me. “Lots and lots of sex details. I need something to scrub that procedure from my mind.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Oh, God, Olivia…you should have seen it. He was twisting that big-ass spike-looking thing back and forth to work it down into your bone. It was like he was tightening a screw or something. Grossed me out.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad I wasn’t watching. It wasn’t too painful. Except when he sucked the marrow out. Fuck, that hurt.”
Stevie wraps me up in a warm hug, the little sequins on his vest digging in to my face as I rest against his shoulder. “My brave girl. So brave.”
I stay in Stevie’s embrace, letting him comfort me. Yeah…that didn’t hurt that much, but I’m all kinds of
“Good job, Olivia,” Dr. Yoffman says. “Now I’m going to get a core biopsy. I’m going to work the Jamshidi into your bone. You might feel some more pressure, but it shouldn’t be painful. Just have some patience and hold tight.”
I have no clue what Dr. Yoffman is doing now, but my body sways slightly back and forth and Stevie squeezes his eyes shut tightly.
“You okay?” I ask him.
“No. I’ll never be okay again,” he whines, his palm sweaty and slick against mine.
“Hey…it’s okay,” I coo at him. “Look at me.”
His eyes open and pin mine, tears filling up in crystal pools. “I’m sorry I’m such a weenie.”
“You’re not. You’re here with me, and that says a lot. And just think…when we’re done…we’ll go for a coffee and I’ll tell you all about my date last night with Garrett. Okay?”
Stevie swallows hard and nods, blinking the wetness out of his eyes.
My lower body continues to sway back and forth, and I imagine Dr. Yoffman is pounding the needle into my bone. Strangely…it doesn’t hurt that much.
“So, you had a hot date last night?” Dr. Yoffman asks genially.
“She’s going out with a professional hockey player,” Stevie says, his eyes brightening, and he even risks a peek up at Dr. Yoffman.
“Oh, do tell,” Dr. Yoffman says.
“She’s seeing Garrett Samuelson,” Stevie supplies before I can even get the words out of my mouth. “And Doc…he is H-O-T.”
Dr. Yoffman laughs. “I don’t know about those things, but he’s a phenomenal player. We were lucky to get him last year. Okay…I’ve got the core sample. I’m removing the needle now.”
I feel nothing, except some gentle prodding pressure. “No stitches are needed. I’m just putting a small bandage over this, and you can remove it a bit later.”
I hear the snap of gloves being removed, then Dr. Yoffman and Stevie are helping me sit up.
The nurse busies herself with taking the samples out of the room, and Dr. Yoffman washes his hands again. “You did really well, Olivia. I wish all my patients were that brave.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” I muse. “Although that could be the Ativan talking.”
Dr. Yoffman laughs as he dries his hands. Turning back around, he says, “You might be a tiny bit sore. Just take some ibuprofen if you need it. They’ll schedule you at the front desk for your treatment tomorrow and I’ll see you in four weeks, when we do the second cycle. But I’ll be calling you once I get the results in from the biopsy, and also we still need the PET results too.”
“That’s scheduled in three days,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says in acknowledgment. “In the meantime, you can call me if you have any other questions or concerns. I’m going to take good care of you, Olivia. I promise.”
“Thanks, Dr. Yoffman. You’ve been very kind,” I tell him.
He laughs as he heads toward the door. Shaking his head, he says, “Most patients don’t tell me that just after I’ve punched down into their bone. Thanks, Olivia. You just made my day.”
After he leaves, Stevie helps me get off the table and I quickly get dressed.
“Let’s go get that coffee,” I tell him.
“And I want sex details,” he reminds me. “Lots and lots of sex details. I need something to scrub that procedure from my mind.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Oh, God, Olivia…you should have seen it. He was twisting that big-ass spike-looking thing back and forth to work it down into your bone. It was like he was tightening a screw or something. Grossed me out.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad I wasn’t watching. It wasn’t too painful. Except when he sucked the marrow out. Fuck, that hurt.”
Stevie wraps me up in a warm hug, the little sequins on his vest digging in to my face as I rest against his shoulder. “My brave girl. So brave.”
I stay in Stevie’s embrace, letting him comfort me. Yeah…that didn’t hurt that much, but I’m all kinds of
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