The wait is finally over? or maybe just started...
Both me and my hubby took leave.
We woke up early, brought our girl to childcare. Went for breakfast and proceed to Mount A for the queue. It wasn't a long wait actually though my hubby has a hard time finding a car park lot. it was drizzling and my hubby wanted me to proceed to the clinic first, rather than wait for a lot with him. He is forevere so sweet and loving.
I made my way to the clinic. Butterflies in my stomach. The clinic looked posh so it couldn't be cheap... The lady at the counter looked unfriendly. While waiting for my turn, she rejected quite a number of new patients on the phone.
Finally we meet up with a pleasant looking surprising young B surgeon, Joy Lee. I remembered the joke that my hubby made earlier, if Joy Lee can't heal me, she'll become SAD-ly. She asked me questions, told me to lie down and found the lump. Her tone started to change but I was prepared for the worst. She didn't want to give me a direct answer although with her experience, she should be able to tell the difference immediately. I pushed her for a more firm answer and she indirectly answered it. She did an ultra scan then a fine needle incision. My hubby was with me all this time. He was quiet but I think he is scared stiff. Poor thing.
Joy Lee said the result of the fine needle will be out TOMORROW. Another 24 hours of wait begins...
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