Date is set, at last

I persuaded dh to take me to the hospital on my only afternoon off.  It's quite near and by far the largest hospital building that I've ever been in - very daunting.  However, it was surprisingly easy to find where I needed to go thanks to a helpful reception person.

Found the office for appointments and duly handed over the results of MRI, bloods, mammo, echo etc.  Asked if I could speak to someone that day but the doctor wasn't there.  They promised to discuss the results the following day and call me.  They were quite friendly but I kicked myself for not asking them to call me asap as I was so stressed.  I did manage to get the doctor's name though.

In any case, it wasn't necessary as they called me back the next day, as promised.  Nice.  I have an appointment on 31st March for a biopsy under MRI.

I feel happy that I don't have to fight and push any more although 3 weeks is a long time to stress!  I tried to read something into the appointment not being straight away - maybe they don't think it's urgent, but I gave that up because maybe 3 weeks is the normal time for an appointment; it certainly was at the last MRI clinic.  So maybe it's just normal.  But it's not a rush, is it?  Yep, there I go again...............

And btw, it's Henri Mondor not Henri Mont d'or....quite liked the idea of Henri sitting on his mount of gold, but that's not how you spell it!

Started my running programme again this week, I'm back on track, even if my thighs are sore!