Don't worry, Diane...

The idea of "problem cells" had me well on the road to terror. I asked the beautiful radiologist what my next step was. She said that I would get dressed and talk to Mary, a breast screening coordinator who would get my information and arrange a biopsy. I asked if I should start worrying. She looked aghast. “Why worry when you can’t change anything and without all necessary information? Worry won’t change anything and it wastes time. You need to get a biopsy and find out what you need to do from there. Don’t worry now.” She said this as her long warm hands held mine and her bittersweet chocolate brown eyes peered into mine. She patted my shoulder as the ultrasound tech wiped the gel off of my breast. She told me that I would be fine and if there were problems, we were going to have an early diagnosis and a simple solution. I walked back to the dressing area wondering what