Its Nothing

Because X found a lump in her breast, of course we dropped everything

Which

was

of

course

impossible

to

do

what

with

the

HVWAC

volleyball

Championships

and

all.

But people can be really nice when you let them in and ask for help.  I called and got an emergency appointment at her GYN office, yes, they could see her on Monday, so we could bring her home 

early

from the Championship Celebration dinner

at the Eveready Diner

in

Hyde

Park

The Doctor was annoying. "Nineteen year olds don't get cancer" was her comment, even before she had examined her, which I probably wouldn't have taken well  from a male MD, but...

"Its probably nothing."

Is this meant to be reassuring?

She looks, and examines, 

carefully,

which is good.

She says it could be this or that, both benign, that its not cancer, but writes a prescription for an ultrasound, bilateral, which she suggest X have before she goes back to school. She says its probably normal, but X should cut out caffeine, chocolate, soda and coffee...yikes! this is hitting close to home!  X asks questions, but we still feel unrequited....  

None-

the-

less,

rather than have it hanging over her head for the remainder of the semester,

X rearranges her classes, reveals her predicament to her two professors by way of explaining about missing yet another day of classes, ( when it becomes clear we cannot schedule her until 10:30 the next day, even with the help of the kind scheduler at our local hospital. ) 

We watch stupid soothing TV

and

eat 

stir-fry

and try not to 

worry

The next morning its hard to get up.  If she wasn't here I would stay in bed.  I feel awful. Instead, we get up, borrow a car from a friend when ours won't start, and rush to the appointment, only arriving 10 minutes late, at the wrong place, and having to walk all the way thorough the hospital. By the time we get there, all my pills have clicked in and I've forgotten I was feeling bad. We wait.

They make her wait in the freezing room,

for a long time;

it turn out,

while 

I 

watch

remodeling

shows

on

TV

"Its Nothing"

We get all the way out to the Valet Parking before I realize we didn't make arrangements to pick up the report and the files tomorrow. 

( They send the report to the ordering physician, but unless you arrange to pick up the report, 

yourself, and fill out a little form, and bring along a written permission to be allowed to pick up her report, you don't get the report.)

"Its nothing" is meant to be a good diagnosis... 

but, really its not a good diagnosis, when you come to think  about it, 

because even though they don't know what it is, and hopefully they DO know what it isn't, 

it is clearly not nothing.

Maybe the report will be clearer.