This past week I had a minor health scare. “I found a lump…” I repeated to my wife, my mother and the receptionist answering the phone at my doctor’s office. After a previously scheduled visit for other health related concerns, I had an order for more tests.
“I found a lump.” I explained to my new boss because I needed to reschedule our meeting. “This is perhaps one of the few reasons I would reschedule!” Her response was everything a woman wants to hear. “Of course it is! How are you doing?”
I texted my brother. It’s rather convenient to have a doctor in the family who researches cancer and can read those mysterious test results.
Me: Is it okay to have test results sent to you?
Brother: Do you have a lump?
As we texted back and forth, he reminded me that there are a number of false positives and not to worry. I was comforted, but I still worried.