Tomorrow I am going to get a mammogram. I have a cyst and the doctor said, because of its location, they just always follow up with a mammogram. Just in case.
Fortunately, I have insurance that covers these things.
I have been pretty blase about the whole thing. It’s nothing. Routine check up.
Though I do remember my initial shock when I discovered a lump a while ago. What? This is definitely not supposed to be happening. I had someone who used to be in the medical field check it out. It’s a cyst, she said. Her diagnosis was enough for me. But then it caused problems and I eventually ended up at the doctor last week.
And now, as I see how the doctor responded, the care she took in my examination, I realize that I should have gone to the doctor sooner. Just in case.
Then I got on the internet today, that wonderful source of information, googled. Clicked on a list of possible causes. A long list. The very last item: breast cancer. I presume it’s last on the list because it’s the least likely culprit.
It’s nothing. I’ll have the mammogram. They’ll give me the results and I will move on with my life. It’s just a precaution.
And I tell myself that I am 99% sure that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
And that 1% sure has a loud voice.
And I make plans with my husband for him to take over my afternoon chores tomorrow, in case my appointment runs long.
I don’t tell anyone.
I don’t ask for prayer.
Cause it’s nothing.
Just a precaution.
And I think about all the women who have been in this exact same position. Going to get a mammogram. Found something suspicious. Just getting a routine checkup. It’s nothing.
And for a minute my heart beats a little faster. I take a couple deep breaths.
It’s ok. It’s nothing. Routine checkup. Just in case.