Does it Come in Threes? Does it?

Got a phone call at work today. That's unusual because we switch desks monthly, so usually I get calls on my cell phone during the work day.

But this one came to the office phone.

I thought only two places had that number: The Daughter's school, and The Son's school.

"Oh boy," I said before picking up the phone, "this can't be good news."

I was right.

"This is Janice from the mobile screening unit regarding your mammogram last month. We're going to need to schedule you for some more testing. Can you come in next Thursday morning?"

I asked what the problem was, and she transferred me to the nurse at my doctor's office.

"Honey, don't panic. They found some areas of density. Now, it could be nothing, but we suggest you don't put these tests off. How soon can you come in?"

I told her as soon as they could see me.

"We'll put you on the list for cancellation fillers. If no one cancels, we'll see you first thing next Thursday morning. It's just further testing, you know, to rule anything out."

Yeah -- I know. To rule "anything" out. Except "anything" could be anything. It's the something that scares me the most.

So tomorrow we get through The Husband's tests and get the results, then I get to sit another week to find out if my boob is behaving the way a nice boobie should.