Just a Virginia Girl

I really did not have a good weekend. Saturday afternoon, there was a letter in the mail from my Dr.s office, well actually the mammogram office. Being that I just turned the big 4-0, I went ahead and got the torture test. It wasn't my first, I had a baseline at 36. Being that I am adopted, my doctor recommended it. So long story short I needed to have an ultrasound which I persuaded them to fit me in today. The technician told me that she's not allowed to tell me anything. I would have to wait 48 hours to hear from the doctor but after the test she did tell me that she didn't see anything. I was so grateful that she told me that instead of making me wait. Whew! What a scare! I really hate this fibrocycstic mess I have!!!