About my left boob: I finally came to two decisions today. Number one, Eric and I get worked up about medical stuff way too easily. Waayyy too easily. Secondly, even though we both got really paranoid about all of this, I still deserve to meet with someone who will take the time to answer my questions about the sonogram.
Eric got a message on his phone today from my referring doc, telling me to call back and ask to speak to the charge nurse. We have a history of phone calls like this and the outcome has never been good--in our case, this message is usually code for, "We've got really bad news for you and we don't want to leave it in a voicemail." Eric relayed the message to me and promptly broke down. While on hold with my doctor's office (it took them a while to grab the nurse to take the call), I got no fewer than two phone calls asking if I had heard anything yet.
I finally got through and spoke with the nurse.
"Um...Ms. S-----? We have notes of a fibrocystic breast change in your record, and we'd like you to go ahead and schedule a surg consult..."
I asked the nurse my questions about the content of the mass and told her about my diet, but she didn't have the pics in front of her. She did tell me that if radiology had really thought that the mass was something to worry about, they would have sent me for a consult that day.
So...surg consult is next month. And I'll get my second opinion and have my questions answered.
But I'm not getting my panties in a bunch over this.
P.S. Yesterday was Eric's first day of work! Other than the scare with the phone message today, he has been in SUCH a good mood...it's awesome that he has somewhere to be now that's not home or a doctor's office.
posted by amanda @ 9:53 PM