I've been getting regular breast cancer screenings every year.
For years, the doctor has been telling me, "There's no problem at all."
So, as usual, last week the examinations proceeded with X-rays and ultrasounds.
However, the doctor said, "I'm concerned about this dark shadow. Let's do a tissue examination."
With a long needle, it seemed like he was extracting tissue from the area of concern.
"You will get the results in a week. Please come to the hospital again," he said, very simply.
That's right, for doctors, this kind of thing is just a part of their daily routine.
They probably don't have time to sympathize with the feelings of patients A, B, and C. I guess that's the reality.
After all, the role of a doctor is to detect diseases early and treat them.
I'm not really one to get down, and I'm glad the week has passed.
I was busy with chores and work, so I didn't have much time to think about the disease.
Although, at times, the thought, "What if it's a serious disease?" would cross my mind,
I tried to concentrate my "spirit" in my "lower abdomen" and get through this anxious time.
This afternoon, I received the notice at the hospital.
The result was "intraductal papilloma", a benign disease where a wart-like tumor forms in the milk ducts.
I was given a piece of paper saying that from now on, it will be important to differentiate this condition from cancer every six months.
"Please come again in six months," the doctor told me, matter-of-factly.
Well, the result was good, so without overthinking, I should hurry to the parking lot where Ai-chan is waiting!
I'll head home while listening to an upbeat song...
Ai-chan, "How about Sting?"