I’m supposed to be at my computer, you know “working from home”. But my mind is wondering. As I fold laundry instead, my phone rings. I don’t know the number, but it’s local. I usually let it go to voicemail, yet for some reason I decide to answer.

“Hello” I say.

There’s a pause, then I hear “Hello.” It almost sounds like an automated call, so I don’t respond.

Again I hear, “Hello, is this Mrs. Fields?”

“Yes” I respond.

“Hi Mrs. Fields, this is Rosemary from the Medical clinic. Can you confirm your date of birth?” I do.

“Your doctor has seen the results from your mammogram, and would like you to come in tomorrow for a biopsy.”

My mind is racing, biopsy - doesn’t that mean cancer? I feel an knot in my throat and tears sting my eyes.

What does this mean? The nurse’s voice is soothing and calm, but behind her words I hear a sense of urgency. The appointment is set, and she asks if I have any questions.

Of course I have questions, I say “No, thank you for your help.” And hang up.