Pictures and more pictures. Then into examination room for the ultrasound(s).
Unless you are the most oblivious (or perhaps optimistic) person in the world, you’re suspicious by now. Since I was already suspicious and feeling guilty about ignoring regular mammograms for a while, my mind already was spinning with scenarios about my fate.
There also were now three people looking at my pictures – one of which was the on-duty doctor – so I knew there was a recommendation coming. Needle biopsies – three of them – were ordered and my appointment for the procedures scheduled before I went out the door.
OK – so tell me – do you recognize the lovely mammogram jacket? Fashion police, where are you?