I arrive bright and early at my doctor’s office. I like her, she is timely and she takes her time when needed. She is not over-scheduled. That is hard to find in a doctor these days. We discuss the original issue I was coming back in to follow-up on, and then I tell her about The Lump. She wants to check it out herself. I am left to disrobe from the waist up and don the paper gown, which of course rips completely on one side. So it’s more a drape to keep me modest while my right side and back are exposed.
She comes back in and feels The Lump. She says it feels kind of rubbery. We both agree it is most likely a cyst, but she schedules me for a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. Better to be safe than sorry. It’s still tender. This procedure needs pre-authorization by the insurance company before I can schedule an appointment at the Breast Diagnostic Center associated with the hospital we prefer to use.
I am scheduled for the diagnostic exams on Tuesday, September 12. When I talk to my husband that night he tells me that even though the house they have been fixing is not quite done yet, he is coming home the following week. He will leave on Tuesday the 12th, stop in Vegas over night and be home Wednesday morning. Then I tell him my news… I will not worry about this. I find out my cousin was hit on her motorcycle the previous week. Bruised and sore, her bike totaled, but she is OK. She did get to ride in an ambulance though.