It was such a crazy, stressful, emotional day yesterday. Alex didn’t get out of his French final until 4:00—the professor was running 1 1/2 hours behind! ugh. We finally were able to head home on horrible Route 2; thankfully the snow showers had stopped so the roads weren’t terrible, but they were still awful in most spots due to some very slippery stretches. It took a little longer than the usual 1 1/2 hours to get home, but we reached Bangor at almost 6 pm. As I’m nearing my exit on I-95 to turn onto Hogan Road, then home, I get another phone call. When I answered, it was the doctor calling about my breast “finding”. He introduced himself, and I asked him if I had to pull over to the side of the road to cry. He didn’t know that I had been called in the morning about setting up a follow-up ultrasound, so he was calling for the same reason. However, I didn’t know that he didn’t know, so I thought he was calling to tell me to get the hospital as soon as possible or something; all kinds of things went through my mind at that moment. He said it wasn’t anything to worry about; I have dense breast tissue, so if they see something they want to make sure it’s “only” a benign cyst, and that’s why they order the extra screening. He said almost 100 percent of the time it’s nothing, but it’s better to check it out. I felt better after talking to him. However, getting another call like that on a dark, slippery, very crowded I-95 is not a good thing.
I dropped Katie off at the house, Alex ran in to grab his guitar, then he and I left…again. I took him to church for practice, then I went to CAP. He was early to his meeting; I was only 15 minutes late to mine, but the cadet promotions had barely started so I really didn’t miss much (a friend of mine was taking pictures for me until I got there).
When I got home, Katie told me that Dave called (he’s the husband of our friend Mary); he’s also a radiologist. When I called him back, he said Mary had forwarded my email to him, so he could stop on his way home from work and read my mammogram. He said there was absolutely nothing to worry about; it’s exactly the same size, shape, etc as last year, the year before, and the year before that, when I had to have an extra screening at that time and was so worried. He said to still make the appointment for the ultrasound so I can have the piece of mind that it’s nothing, and not have to worry about it.
They knew how worried I’d be about this, and he took time out of his day, after a busy day at work reading other people’s stuff, and all the other radiologist-related things he does, and stopped to read mine so I’d feel better. It’s so great to have such wonderful friends. I almost cried when he told me what he had done, and that Mary had sent my email on to him, etc. I was so relieved to hear the good news, from someone I trust, and I was so touched that they would do that. I love them.
This morning I made the appointment for the utltrasound; since the first time available wasn’t until after Christmas, I don’t have to stress over Christmas about it.
I feel so blessed on so many levels.
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