Nine days. That’s how long it takes to get biopsy results in Thailand. It could be the same elsewhere; I don’t know. But it has been a long nine days.
I knew right away when they said my appointment was between 1:00 and 3:00 today that I was most likely in for a long wait. We were shocked the first time we tried to go to a doctor here and realized it’s common to show up and be seen in the order you have arrived. Two hours waits are not unusual. With that in mind, I showed up at the hospital at 1:00 on the dot. I started to feel hopeful when I saw no one else in the waiting area. After a quick blood pressure check I had to go sit back down in the waiting room, and waited, and waited some more. After a while a nurse came out and I thought This is it! But no, she was only coming to ask me if I wanted to go home and come back in an hour. Yes, seriously. I couldn’t believe it. I told her we live too far away from the hospital to do that, and I’d just wait. She looked properly horrified by this, and told me that the doctor was eating lunch and would be gone for a long time.
Thankfully, within about fifteen minutes the nurses seemed to collectively take pity on the foreigner and one of them came over to me. With great trepidation I watched as she pulled the results out of an envelope and pointed to the three little words: no malignancy seen. It was a grand moment, one that definitely should have been celebrated with balloons and streamers and hamburgers (our biggest western-food craving most days). But instead I smiled at the nurse, texted our people, and gathered up my things to go.
We’re thankful for the prayers of everyone and especially just knowing that we weren’t alone, although we are physically thousands of miles away from home. I realize women everywhere go through this, but there was just something about it happening in a foreign country that made it more disturbing. We’re thankful that God is always in control, he gives peace in all situations when we ask for it, and for good health!