The sonographer couldn’t tell me anything, but when I heard the doctor say, “let me calculate how much bigger it is,” I knew that things have changed. The mass had over doubled in size, in six months.
I decided that it would be best if I were to get a biopsy, but I wasn’t scheduled for one. However, it was as if the biopsy was meant to be, and everything worked out, and soon I was to be prepped for one.
The 15-minute wait in the dressing room was hard. The kind nurse asked if I wanted my sister to sit with me there, but I chose to be alone. But I was alone with my thoughts, and while I didn’t see my life pass before me, I did think about how I lived and what I have yet to accomplish in my life. Then the regrets. When the nurse came to check on me, the tears wouldn’t stop.
During the prep and the biopsy, my tears quietly fell. The doctor and the sonographer were kind and empathetic, and were very gentle with me.
Today, I received a call from the kind nurse who helped me on Monday, and I was grateful to hear that the biopsy of the mass was benign.
I believe this was another wake up call for me, and I believe it is time for me to begin to follow my personal legend.