What happens when you get the call that further tests are needed after your normal annual mammogram? It happened to me.
(If you need to catch up on my story, you can read this and this.)
So there I was in the waiting room, just having had another series of views of my left breast. I fidgeted with the various magazines on the table and wrapped my too-large gown closer around my body. It was cold.
I was told that the images would be read immediately and then someone would come and tell me if an ultrasound were needed. That isn’t exactly what happened. Instead, a technician called my name and led me to the ultrasound room. “I guess I’m getting an ultrasound,” I said.
“They didn’t tell you?” she asked.
“No.”
I was told to lay down on the table with my left arm over my head. The technician squirted the goo on my breast, and I joked that I hoped there wasn’t a baby in there. She gave a half smile, probably used to crazy patients.
The technician worked quietly, quickly locating something and placing digital markers on it that looked like little exes. She was measuring a round object and marking its diameter. So, I thought, there really is something there.
When the exam was completed, the technician gave me a paper cloth to clean up the goo and told me that I could get dressed. She walked over to a computer and made some notes, which were too small for me to see. It was strange to feel like I was prying by looking at the screen of my own medical records, so I looked away.
She then told me that the doctor would be in shortly to talk to me. These technicians are good. They should go to Vegas and win much with their poker faces.