-George Will
As a child, I was the kid who tested patience, pushed boundaries, and just had to do the thing you had been told not to do.
So as I went to my ultrasound to see just how big my new found friend was, I knew I was going to push for information my ultrasound technician was obligated not to give me. No harm, no foul, right?
I laid down on the crinkly, noisy paper, and took some deep breaths. Everything about medical offices makes my blood pressure shoot up until I can hear my heart beating in my ears.
“Think positive”, my husband had told me that morning. “Everything will be fine.”
He was always so sure, and yet, I knew, based on my exhausting brain calculations, that there were precisely eleventy-seven ways this could turn out, and at least three of them ending with my demise.
When my ultrasound was done, I decided to see what bits of information I could get from my technician, something that would put my mind at ease. Patience has never been my virtue.
“Did you see anything?”
“Oh yes. The nodule is quite large. Actually, come closer to me. Oh! I’m surprised you can’t see it when I look at you!”
She must have seen my shock.
“You are the one that discovered this, yes?”
“No, my endocrinologist did. It is really that big that you thought you could be visually able to see it?”
“I thought maybe you could. It’s not too big. You will get the report shortly.”
I just had to dig for information, didn’t I? I felt worse leaving than I had going in.
