So I draft this from a small Winship Emory Midtown waiting room. I have my coffee from home, my phone, a white robe that has no tie at the waist like it should, and a bag with my tops inside. Jared is waiting in the main lobby. The diagnostic mammogram is done.
But at the end… The tech told me she was going to give me validation for my parking.
I do not know what that meant…. but it does not bode good things.
I have delivered two children at Emory Midtown — I have probably been here over 50 times in the last 18 years — and they never validated my parking before.
I know the ultrasound was an optional follow-up and the tech made out like I’d be having the ultrasound but then she backtracked and said it was pending the doctor looking at the images…
And now, wistfully, I wait.
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And the tech came back for me. We repeated the images, for “spot checks,” on the concerning side.
I am pretty sure I know what is coming.
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I sit and wait. At least six people have come and gone back and left. I texted with Jared a little, telling him I was sure I have breast cancer. Jared says to wait and see what the doctor says.
I waited over a month for this diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. I panicked when the date was so far out and scheduled one at Tanner for October 15, but I ended up having a late-scheduled tele-health appointment with my endocrinologist on the 15th and had to cancel the Tanner appointment.
It meant waiting, but honestly if I have to deal with medical complications I am grateful to be dealing with Emory, not Tanner.
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The wait on the ultrasound table for the radiologist, after the tech did the ultrasound, was the longest ever.
Turns out, I am fine. No breast cancer, no problems under my arm at all. They were very thorough. The radiologist herself came in to explain the mammogram was clear, the ultrasound was clear.
I probably have a fungal rash (I have been telling Jared since my appointment last week that it is probably ringworm) like the dermatologist thought it might be. The spot is fading with the creams she gave me. I didn’t tell them that this morning though.
I still have zero idea why they validated my parking, though. Or why they repeated the mammogram on the concerning spots. At all. Oh well.
