Back to ye olde imaging center for more imaging today.
The breast stuff was read onsite and results communicated to me at the end of the visit: "we see stuff, we don't know what the stuff is, we need to biopsy the stuff." I go back next Thursday for a day-long round of this (2 different kinds of biopsy). It is apparently less painful. less invasive, and less debilitating than surgical biopsies were 11 years ago, but still takes a while. As soon as I got home I emailed my boss and requested that whole day off rather than try to work before and after.
The abdominal/pelvic stuff remains an unknown unknown. Today they had students observing, so the ultrasound tech delivered a running narrative while doing the study. Talking about observations and findings in front of patients is generally a no-no, and the tech kept lowering her voice to talk about certain things, or she'd use nonspecific words "let's make sure we get a measurement of this..." God only knows what this was. I guess I will find out soon enough.
I kept telling myself that it has all already happened, that knowing about it won't make any difference. There is no point in worrying about it.
Still, there is xanax.