Don’t go to a sonogram with somebody if you’re going to watch the sonogram screen the whole time worrying that what you’re looking at is a tumor (unless you are a trained radiologist or an M. D. who interprets these things).
This morning I watched as the screen displayed these white egg-like things among the gray tissue with the striated white lines. The technician measured these things (with green lines that displayed measurement markings) and moved on to others. He wasn’t watching the screen, so he wasn’t worried. I have been terrified all day.
Images on the ‘net suggest that these were possibly not anything important or possibly were fatty tumors or cavernous hemangiomas that can happen in the liver. Still, I don’t know what I was seeing.
Results will be back sometime tomorrow, but the doctor’s office says HE is the only one who can be given the info, and he says he will be way busy at work tomorrow and won’t worry about finding out. I’m the family worrier.
I can’t think straight. When this kind of thing came up with my mother or even with me, I could think in some sense. But now . . . I believe I have a bit of PTSD from the carjacking, and there’s so much else piled up on my plate. I took to my sofa again this afternoon. Not getting anything done. Ridiculous.
But anyway . . . if anyone has any spare prayers, we always appreciate them. I want this to be anything but . . . you know.