The Knee Bone's Connected to the What Bone?

I know better than to let my fears get the best of me. I know better than to jump on Google when it comes to medical issues. I. know. better. So why do I still do it?

I've been trying to figure this one out. Trying to figure out how I went from not thinking much about that ultrasound one minute to believing the worst the next. I usually go into routine health screenings feeling invincible. Usually. Not so in this case.

Based on our discussion, I was under the impression my doctor scheduled the ultrasound as a precaution because my dad had pancreatic cancer. I thought we were looking for signs of that disease. So when the tech was scanning the outside of my abdomen I may have asked incredulously if she could see my pancreas with it. When she laughed and told me my pancreas was actually "wayyyy up here" (practically under by my boob), I was quite confused as to why I was laying on a chair with jelly on my belly. And then, when she told me she was going to use Mr. Wand to check around inside, I was even more perplexed. What the heck is she going to learn about my pancreas in there!??! 

So when I saw that little folder next to fibroids on the monitor. And remembered later that night that my mom's whole disease started with fibroids. I freaked.

Unnecessarily.

Thank God.

Yes. The nurse called me this morning to say the ultrasound look fine. When I asked about fibroids she said there was nothing on the report about that. At all.

So here I sit. Still perplexed about what that test was really for. But grateful for the outcome. And my new sunglasses. They went really well with my outfit today.

Don't worry. I didn't even look at the monitor this time. I was too busy wincing from the vice attached to my boobs. But this time I promise to stay away from Google.

What Am I Going to be When I Grow Up?

1. ultrasound tech
2. radiologist
3. anatomy teacher