The radiology message requested that I call by four p.m. It was now 2:30. I decided I could still check my email and have plenty of time to call. But apparently the radiologist was on a mission, too. Ten minutes later they called back, asking me to come in at 8 the next morning. Since I'm a dumbass, I explained that I work nights and asked if there were any afternoon appointments available. I agreed to come in at 1:30 the next day.
I can't say that I was all that worried ~ see? Dumbass! To be fair, I read everything, including dozens of accounts of mammograms gone bad. I know that lots of suspicious films turn out to be no big deal - cysts, bad film, faulty equipment, even just uncertainty by the radiologist who reads the films. I told Walker that I had to go for a recheck and he offered to drive me. I think Walker was more concerned than I was.
I guess my first red flag was that my follow up was scheduled at the hospital, not my usual clinic. The next red flag came at my appointment, when the staff was practically waiting at the door for me. Though I was right on time, they told me the radiologist was asking for me, and wanted to know as soon as I got there.
Mammogram number two was not the digital variety, and involved different views than the first time. Still not a bad experience. The tech literally ran out of the room with the films and I was escorted down the hall for an ultrasound. Red flag number three. At this point, everyone was still referring to the "density" on my films. That was about to change.
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