I waited all week to hear from the clinic regarding my
results and each time my phone rang I would think ‘this is it’ only to be
disappointed. By Thursday, June 14th, a friend at work who I had shared my
experience with suggested that no news was good news but asked me to promise
that I would phone the clinic on Friday a.m. and ask them if they had my results so I didn’t need to go
through another weekend worrying
needlessly.
I called Friday a.m. and left another message on the nurse
line, this time asking if they had received my results. At 10 a.m. a nurse
called me and identified herself as Anna. She said that they had my
mammogram/ultrasound/biopsy results but they still did not have the full
pathology results. She said that Linda, the nurse who had been with me during
my initial visit had tried to move up my appointment with the surgeon when the
biopsy results had come in but that my appointment was on the first day that
the surgeon was back in the clinic. She also said that it was not the clinic
policy to give out results over the phone but that they would review everything
with me at the appointment. This did not sound good – they don’t try to move
appointments up to give good results, in my experience.
Meanwhile, my right arm and breast would hurt and I would
wonder whether it was just as a result of the biopsies or if it was something
more ominous causing the pain.
One thing that I did find curious during the week and a bit
until I got my results was that I was finding beauty and joy in things that I
might normally take for granted. I was laughing more spontaneously than is normal
for me, enjoying the moment during this reprieve I had until I ‘knew’ for sure.
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