I was shaken and my inner belly told me “No, Mags. Push. This isn’t right.”What Foods May Be Bad For Your Mouth? for more information. I posted the image on Facebook to consult with my dental community, meanwhile putting pressure on my office to get me to see an oral surgeon immediately. They pulled some strings and got me in 2 days later, thankfully! My dental community, composed of many RDHs and DAs, all presented the radiograph to their employers. Save for one RDH who said her boss was concerned, everyone else said that their boss believed it to be a cyst and that it was nothing to worry about. Though none of the dentists could agree on the type of cyst, they all did agree that the lesion was in fact a cyst, and not of concern. Yet 9 dentists and 2 oral surgeons all told me the same thing, that it was just a cyst, including the oral surgeon whom I saw for the initial biopsy. My inner belly still said, “No, it’s not. They are wrong.” The day of my excisional biopsy with the oral surgeon, I was expecting a very simple procedure as was described to me at the consultation. The procedure was outlined to me as “having a deflated balloon peeled out of the jawbone.” It was to be quick, simple, and only a few minutes. The day I sat in the procedure chair, high 10 ways from Sunday via oral and IV sedation, I said, “I need to see the cyst lining once you remove it.” The surgeon came in and the procedure was unpleasant—digging, heavy pressure, heavy scraping, noisy. It was not the deflated balloon removal I was told it would be. That moment confirmed, in my mind, that it was cancer. The procedure took longer than expected, and they showed me what they removed inside of a vial. Two distinct “balls” floating in the solution portable dental unit. No cyst lining. Just these ominous orbs. My husband booked a follow-up appointment on my behalf for 2 weeks post-op. I enjoyed the rest of my sedation euphoria that day. My husband happily recorded me scolding some construction workers for slacking off in my neighborhood. Facebook thought it was pretty funny too. After the Biopsy My face swelled incredibly. The next 10 days were painful, and no painkillers were touching the pain. One week post-op, the oral surgeon’s office called me and said, “The doctor needs you to come in today.” I immediately knew the news wasn’t good. Why would they bring me in a week sooner than my 2-week post-op? I thought that if the biopsy results were negative, they would have waited until then to tell me. My husband left work and took me to the office. We held hands in the consult room, hearts pounding dental lab supplies australia. The doctor came in and very coldly announced, “It’s cancer. You’ll have to go to the Juravinsky Cancer Centre.” I had a thousand questions, to which the oral surgeon kept responding, “You'll have to talk to the oncologist” over and over. He was lacking empathy, lacking compassion, lacking any information. He said I would need another surgery, that I would lose at least one tooth in that quadrant. I was shocked, but losing a tooth was better than losing my life.