The phone just rang, and guess who was on the other end?
Rockstar Raja. (My breast surgeon, for you newbies.)
"Why, doctor, how nice of you to call! How are you?"
"I'm fine," he said. "How are you?"
"Well, doctor, you tell me!" I laughed.
He had been calling to give me the bad news about the mammogram, not realizing that I knew about it already. I let him off the hook, telling him I knew, and that I had an appointment for more imaging next Tuesday.
I did say, "What do you see in the report, anything suspicious?
He replied, "It's probably benign, but let them biopsy you."
Wait, what? I need a biopsy?
I like that doctor, calling me himself. If anybody is going to lop off my other breast, it's going to be him.