My Biopsy

Wednesday (11/18/15) started out like any ordinary work day. After getting off work a little early, I decided to take my husband to the doctor to get his ears cleaned out (they were horribly compacted with gunk due to multiple ear infections). 

I thought to myself “why don’t I go ahead and have the doctor look at the sore spot on the bottom of my tongue while I’m at it”? I have had this sore for a little over a year, but I just learned to ignore it, because it didn't hurt...much. I never really thought about it. I know, I know. Stupid. 

The doctor took one look at my sore tongue, said it might be Cancer and told me I needed to see a specialist.

Immediately, I thought about the father of one of our friends. This man beat his Cancer simply by eating a 100% Vegan diet. In 3 months his tumor went from baseball size to golf ball size and was able to be cut out.

My husband and I immediately thought this would be a good switch, because our diet had become terrible. We ate sugary sweets all the time, ate pizza at least once a week and went out to lunch every day!

So, we rushed to the store and bought vegetables. We decided that we needed to make some healthy life changes for the sake of our ongoing health whether I had cancer or not! 

On Thursday (11/19/15),  I headed to my chiropractor and, while there, he suggested I see his father for his opinion. His father is a local dentist.

After the dentist looked at the sore he said he couldn’t do anything there, but that he knew a new oral surgeon in town. He was kind enough to set me up with an appointment which would only cost me $85 to be seen. My insurance is terrible, so I was thankful for this low cost option. 

The appointment was set for the following day, but I was eager to get things going so I went over to the office and asked to fill out the paperwork, thinking this would save me time the next morning. Since I was there already, the doctor agreed to see me that afternoon.... 

  

So there I was sitting in an oral surgeon’s chair having him stare at me like I had the plague. He had his nurse type up notes in my digital file on the computer while he asked for more details about the sore under my tongue. 

When I told the doctor that the sore had been there for such a long time, not getting any larger or any worse on the pain scale, he looked confused. He said that usually Cancer spreads very quickly. He asked me what I had been doing for the past year.

I explained that I have been using Essential Oils since October of 2014. Some I applied directly to the sore, others I took in a capsule and some I applied topically. Frankincense had become a staple for me, as well as Thieves. 

He just nodded his head like doctors do when they don’t know how to respond. The nurse, on the other hand, looked very intrigued (when the doctor left the room, she asked me questions, off the record)!

Of course, the elephant in the room… something had to be done about my sore. The only way to be sure that I had Cancer was to have a biopsy completed.

My husband could barely handle the news. I had no tears or words. I've never smoked, I thought to myself. I didn't really think about anything else causing the cancer.

The doctor did his best to comfort my husband by telling him it could be nothing at all. I was taken to a room, alone, and my husband was left there to gather his thoughts. I got all gassed up, stuck with a needle for numbing purposes and away the doctor went at chopping out pieces of the skin under my tongue.

  

My consolation prize was a lovely stitching job. Get this… the doctor told me to stop using my Essential Oils and prescribed me a “special mouth wash”. I wasn't sure what to think about this...