Lava in a Hurricane
The last month and half has been perhaps the most difficult of 2020. It began with a scary symptom that made me question all of my healthy decisions. I called my doctor. She scheduled appointments for mammograms, ultrasounds and a consultation at the Helen Graham Center. Google was not my friend. I was scared. The day came for a mammogram and a long ultrasound. I saw the tech squint at the images. She got quiet. She walked out of the room to talk to the radiologist. She left the images on the screen. Google made it worse. She said papilloma, duct, and mass. The radiologist came in and had the tech press the ultrasound into my body some more. “Is it debris?” he asked. “Press harder. Does it move?” He paused. “Hmm. It doesn’t move like debris. Hmm.” Then he said the words I’d feared. Biopsy. They tried to rush me. They wanted it done the next day. They made it seem like it was an...
