My appointment was at 9:15 and I got checked it and was a bit nervous. A girl (we are all girls) named Tabitha who I was acquainted with was my tech. The procedure took just a minute or two. I stayed in the room because I was suppose to have an ultrasound also.
She came back in and what she told me scared the shit out of me. She told me that I could go ahead and get dressed because I was needed to talk with the radiologist and then make an appointment to see a surgeon because I needed a biopsy. As I got dressed I was crying but trying to hold it in. Tabitha was ever so sweet and reassuring telling me that a biopsy doesn't mean that is awful.
She took me down the hall to see Dr. Roth. He introduced himself. I told him I taught at the school where his youngest son went. He was very nice, but was very concerned about my films. He showed me the x-ray and I could see the spot. It looked like an ink blot. When he was through explaining that it was something that needed further investigation, he said "Good Luck". Those 2 words kinda freaked me out. Did I need luck? Why did he really say it?
Next I new Tabitha was telling me that Dr. Henderson's office would be calling me to set up an appt with a surgeon. I left and got into the van started crying and called John. Of course John was reassuring and supportive and said to call him when I had the appt.
I get back to school and go crying to Martha, my principal and then I go cry to Heather. Next thing I knew I had my call from Dr. Henderson and there was an appt to see Dr. Byars at 1:30. I called John and he was meeting me there.
Now I have to say that my memory is usually very precise, but I start to get fuzzy here. I know I told my other BFFs Kathryn and Allison, but I do not know when. I want to just say that sometime that morning they knew about what was going on. Their prayers were with me the whole time.
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