I nodded.
Daniel didn’t let go of my hand.Study Anatomy
They did the CT scan that afternoon. Then the blood work. Then I lay in a small room on the fourth floor with a view of the parking garage and waited.
Thomas came. Sarah came. Thomas paced. Sarah held my other hand. Thomas made three phone calls in the hallway, one of them to our insurance company, Medicare supplemental. I heard him say “deductible” twice.
At five o’clock, Dr. Parker asked Daniel and me to come to her office. Just the two of us. Thomas had gone to get coffee.
Her office was small and cluttered, with framed photos of two teenage boys in lacrosse uniforms.
She sat down across from us with a thick folder.
“Mrs. Whitmore, the CT scan confirms what we saw on ultrasound. It’s a very large cystic mass on your left ovary. Dr. Osei believes it should be removed surgically, and fairly soon. He’ll go over all of that with you tomorrow.”
