With an uneasy calm – I put on make-up, got dressed and made it to Dr D’s.
It was so good to see Leanne and Ros, but I missed my Breast Care Nurse Andrea.
Dr D was his usual attentive, articulate, caring, matter-of-fact self.
For what seemed like an eternity (but was really about 10 minutes), we talked about what life is like for me now. How considerate? Everything from my life ‘BC’, to working as a university lecturer, sitting the medical entrance exam, dress making and back to no longer working in the media and how to make something of this experience etc. etc.
We then moved onto the examination part of the consultation…..
As he prepared, he asked “are the implants okay?” “Yes”, I answered bluntly, because I guess they are. Next came “Is something bothering you?”
All I could do was point to the very distinct pea-sized lump I knew was there.
The mood in the room changed dramatically, but remained calm.
He was in control, I was grateful.
Time to get this sorted.
In a very business-like way, Dr D went about making sure he could identify exactly what I was telling him I could feel.
When I said “gut feel’s not great”, he almost grimaced as he went about making the necessary arrangements for further testing.
No messing about this time.
Dr D left the room, went straight to the radiology department and organised for me to have an ultrasound before the day was out. As the whirlwind whipped up around me, I knew I was in the best hands no matter what this lump turned out to be.
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