I went to my appointment early. Surprisingly, I didn’t have to wait all that extra time. Within five minutes the ultrasound technician called my name and instructed me to lay down on the bed with my shoulders at the top of the pillow and my head cocked back on the bed.
That made me feel vulnerable. It left my throat stretched out and bare to scan the area where the nodule was felt just two days earlier. My breaths were as slow and drawn out as I could make them and the technician had to remind me it was okay to swallow. There was a single dim light above my head that was the only thing of interest to stare at while I laid there for what seemed an eternity.
Then it was done. I asked if the technician saw anything as she wiped off my neck. “Nice try,” she said, reminding me that she only preformed the scans and couldn’t divulge any information. I would get a call with results within 24 to 48 hours.
Waiting for answers is one of the hardest things to do.