Dodging the Bullet

As I'm just back from galavanting in Northern Ontario, there are emails and voicemails to return. One, from Dr. C. (the colon specialist) had to wait until today as there is no point in trying to reach a doctor on the weekend.

So on Saturday I merely took note he had called, and wrote down his number. On Sunday, I started thinking about the call. Most doctors don't call to tell you good news so...was it possible he had bad news? Most doctors get their receptionists to call on their behalf. Most doctors don't bother calling you if there is nothing to worry about. They only call when it's serious. Dr. C. himself had left the message. I don't like this.

Laying in bed, I wondered how I'd handle bad news. I don't feel any different but then why should I? I thought how it might be possible my body has a cancer. I head off to aquafit class at 9:30am, resolving not to let the call I had to make ruin my day; I'd call when I got home. I try not to think about it while enjoying coffee and socializing with my fellow aquacizers, postponing reality for a few hours.

Back home, I make the call. Dr. C. himself picks up the phone. Sounds a little confused at first then recalls (likely referring to a list) why he called. "No worries. Just to let you know the polyps we removed were benign." My relief is palpable, and I thank him, feeling at the same time like I've just dodged a bullet.