Uphill Both Ways

You know that old saying about walking uphill, both ways?

photo © 2009 Paul Tomlin | more info (via: Wylio) Somehow it seems as though my life, these days, actually is uphill both ways.

Before I start radiation treatments, I needed a post-op mammogram.  After everything else, I thought this would be the easy part of the process.

In the waiting room, I was chatting with another woman who was having diagnostic images done.  The tech called her into a room across the hallway, and through the open door I saw her shake hands with the radiologist.  She listened for a few seconds, nodded, then turned back with a smile.

After she disappeared into the changing room, the tech called my name:  "It's your turn."  The doctor introduced himself and shook my hand.  But instead of hearing that everything was fine and I could go on my way, I heard, "Have a seat."

(Does anyone say Have a seat before you get good news?)

The radiologist explained that the images couldn't be easily interpreted.  He said that he would contact the radiation oncologist, and I asked him to bring my surgeon into the loop, as well.  By the time I got home, the oncologist had left a phone message in which she suggested that I follow up with the surgeon.

Later in the afternoon I talked with the surgeon, who had spoken with the radiologist.  (Confused yet?  I am!) I'll see her later this week, so she can look at the films and give me her recommendation.

My gut feeling is that this is just a small bump in the road, and I won't need an additional biopsy.  I hope that's not just wishful thinking.  Please keep praying!  Regardless of the outcome, I have many reasons for hope and joy.

 ² Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. ³ For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. (James 1:2-3, NLT)