Acknowledging the Fear
I had a feeling something was wrong. The generic, non-specific, almost evasive way the ultrasound technician talked to me. Friendly, but something felt just a little off. I asked her if the tear had healed. I know technically they aren’t supposed to say anything, but sometimes if you ask the right question or are specific they will give a one word answer. “I got a good look at it, but I’m not allowed to say anything.” Warning bells went off in my head. I’m not sure what it was. Maybe she hesitated, maybe she froze for a second. But I instantly felt uneasy and wished I hadn’t asked. I called the doctor the next day to hear the report. He was on holidays until the next d...