Today I had an appointment for my Mammography. The Surgeon’s office in Boca Raton still hadn’t called me to set an appointment for the mammography so I called my primary doctor in Boynton Beach and he was able to schedule an appointment for today.
They wouldn’t allow Kathy or Paul inside the waiting room, and since the office was only a few minutes drive from our house, I told them to go home and I would call when I was finished. So interesting, since the onset of the Covid-19, how each office handles the sanitation of their individual spaces. I checked in with the woman sitting at the front desk and she took my temperature and gave me a new face mask which I put on over the face mask I was already wearing. It seems everyone has to wear the same kind of mask. Then I was sent to the registration desk. There were three of them separated by plexiglass partitions made especially for these times when we have to social distance. After I filled out the required questions, I was asked to put my pen in a canister marked “used pens”. As soon as I stood up, a service person started to disinfect my chair, the counter and anything I had touched. As I walked to the other waiting room, I noticed she sanitized each chair when someone left it. Even if the same person came back to the same chair, it was sanitized. Isn’t it fascinating how everything has changed since the Corona Virus?
They called my name and I was ushered directly into the room where the mammography would take place. One of the differences was the fact I wasn’t taken into a room first to change. That saved having to sterilize another room. I stripped in front of the female technician. I won’t bore you with the description of the mammography itself other than to say it hasn’t changed in 50 years. The compression is about the same. For those of you who have had this procedure, you know what I mean.
And then it was all over. They did usher me into another room to wait for the results. And it didn’t take long. I was clear. I was relieved but then I had a feeling all along I was fine.
Now I am waiting for an appointment for the biopsy of the bump in my arm. I am not anxious, as I live each day. It doesn’t help worrying about tomorrow. And I don’t want to take away from the beauty of this day. I am content and grateful.
