It was a Tuesday and I was sitting in the cafe’ at work with the Wolf Pack for our morning break….Lol…we don’t always call ourselves the Wolf Pack but we are a tight-knit group of co-workers, a great team, and close friends. We only get closer.

Our  company’s National Headquarters is freshly built and is notorious for having AWFUL cell service. But not me, I never have an issue. When my phone rings and I see the number,  it  only takes me a split second to recognize that it was doctor’s office. I immediately know what this is about. I haven’t seen my primary care doctor in a while, however, I just had a mammogram on Saturday.

Immediately had a bad feeling but the nurse was very matter of fact. She never said there was anything seen on the mammogram nor did she make it sound like there was anything wrong. She simply told me that the doctor recommended that I have a spot compression and explained to me that it’s just like a mammogram but more specific. I would be hearing from Women’s Imaging later to schedule an appointment.

A few hours later, Colleen called me to schedule my appointment. Come in next Wednesday, May 8th and we’ll do the spot compression and an ultra sound. Ok, Colleen, 8:30, it is, I’ll be there. Within the next week, my circumstances are going to change considerably. I’m not nervous yet, I have no reason to be. I’ve been here before, after all. But. that’s a story for another day….

I carry on with the rest of the day and the next eight  days with hardly a second thought about the callback. It’s really nothing, right????