Getting the Call

A whole week passes before I get a phone call. Biopsy was on a Friday, On August 14th, the next Friday,I get a message from my clinic to give them a call. After school I call them and find out they close at 2pm on Friday. So I try to call before school on Monday, August 24th. The receptions says that she can look up the results for me, but then says they aren't in the computer (red flag) so the nurse practitioner will call me after 8am. I let her know that I can call back after 3:30 because I'll be at school. Of course I'm running late getting out of school, and as I'm pulling into my driveway at 4pm my phone rings. I knew within 60 seconds what the results were by the way she talked to me. "Are you at home?" "Are you driving?" "How was school today?" "Is anyone with you?" "Are you sitting down?" Yep, I know exactly what was coming. There went my optimism. So I sat in my car and wrote down the info. It's cancerous. It's estrogen and progesterone negative, but they don't know about HER2 yet. If it's HER2 postive, then it can be treated with a pill. But it also depends on whether it's a round ball, or whether it has started fingering out. She recommends a plastic surgeon to remove the lump and not a general surgeon because I'm young. Sounds great to me. I'm all for going to the experts. She tells me that Parkview Cancer will be calling me to set up an appointment within a couple days. 

August 26th I get a call from Parkview and set up appointments with a surgeon and oncologist. Those appointments are set for the following week on Tuesday, September 1st (I should have been on my way to Hogwarts that day) and Wednesday, September 2nd.