...than getting a call from your wife saying the doctor's office wants her to come back in Monday so they can redo her mammogram because there was an area they couldn't make a definite determination about.
It could be nothing, and odds are, it's not.
But that knowledge doesn't seem to stop a person's heart from pounding on the inside of his chest like a jackhammer.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 26, 2007 12:48 PMProbably nothing, here's hoping that everything turns out fine.
Posted by: skillzy at July 26, 2007 12:55 PM(((Hugs))) and prayers for Miss Reba. Nothing like having to wait through the weekend.
Posted by: Diane at July 26, 2007 01:07 PMMay Almighty God grant that all is well with your Miss Reba. We've faced a similar situation in our household and it (thankfully) was a "false alarm." I hope and pray you folks will be able to say the same.
Posted by: Stan at July 26, 2007 01:20 PMThank you all very much. I really do appreciate the concern, and as I said, the probability is quite high that there's nothing to this other than a bad set of pictures. But nonetheless, please do continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 26, 2007 01:31 PMWe do indeed think of you, and wish for all to be well.
And I'd have words with the Doc afterwards if it turns out somebody spilled Ranch Dressing on the mammary torture device just prior to the photo shoot.
Posted by: skinnydan at July 26, 2007 02:09 PMI'm praying for you and Miss Reba. Please let us know when you find out anything.
Posted by: Kathy at July 26, 2007 02:16 PMI just hope the ranch dressing has nothing to do with the pork chaps. But thank you Dan and Kathy for the kind words. It'll be a few days before anything is known, since she'll have it redone Monday and then they'll have to read it and all that.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 26, 2007 02:21 PMPrayers and thoughts for you guys, as ever.
Posted by: Jordana at July 27, 2007 10:53 AMThank you, m'dear--they help greatly.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 27, 2007 11:31 AM