We're back again. Only this time the anxiety is even more intense. Today the waiting room is full. We stand until another patient is called. Again my heart beats like a train. I hate this waiting room. Today as we waited a lady came out of the consultants room in tears, everyone watched as she was led off to another room to contemplate her journey.
We rise and I give my date of birth to the nurse as usual. Today we are taken in to a different room and I don't recognise the lady in front of me. She introduces herself as a registrar. She explains that my results have come back.
I take a deep breath.
The results have come back as a 2 on a scale of 1 to 5. This is classed as benign.
I begin to cry and explain my worries that something just isn't right. I tell her about what had happened to my dad. She tells me not to worry but I will need to come back in 6 weeks for another ultrasound.
We left but the doubt remains. I feel a real sense of unease.