Enter Dr. Bill, my brother. He was teaching a class in San Diego on Monday and Tuesday, so he flew down from Seattle on Saturday and visited us.
We drove up Pacific Coast Highway to Point Mugu, then back down to Santa Monica.
I told him that an ultrasound had been recommended after my mammogram.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Nine out of ten ultrasounds don't show any cancer."
He does general surgery for the US Army at Fort Lewis in Washington state, and in our family we all report our health crises to him to get additional information.
I was glad to hear his report, but the CA word had come up in the conversation.
We drove up Pacific Coast Highway to Point Mugu, then back down to Santa Monica.
I told him that an ultrasound had been recommended after my mammogram.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Nine out of ten ultrasounds don't show any cancer."
He does general surgery for the US Army at Fort Lewis in Washington state, and in our family we all report our health crises to him to get additional information.
I was glad to hear his report, but the CA word had come up in the conversation.
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