A Fleck of Glitter

The local breast clinic is outsourced into an erstwhile primary care centre. Easy to find, easy to park and designed to be user friendly. The consultant and breast care nurses were jolly and friendly. This is how the next two hours went 

• Hello, my name's Ross - breast pain and itching aren't really symptoms of breast cancer and there's only a what feels like benign nodulation (?) on the upper part of the left breast but let's do a mammogram. He drew a ring in biro around the very area that I was suspicious of. 
• Hello, my name's Yvonne and I'm going to do the mammograms -  Stand here, stand there, arm like this, stick your bottom out, bit of a squeeze...
• Hello, my name's Richard - now we're going to do an ultra sound scan because something has shown up that wasn't there on your last mammogram.
• And now we're going to try and aspirate what looks like a cyst...no, there's no fluid...going anywhere nice on your holidays this year?
• In fact we'll have to do some biopsies - sharp scratch - and it will make a loud clicking noise - and -last one! Four in all. And now there's a fleck of glitter in your breast to mark where we've been looking. 
• Back to Ross and another breast care nurse So we'd like you to come back for the results in ten days time. It's indeterminate at the moment so we don't know if you have cancer. But do you have someone to come with you? 

The fleck of glitter is practically all I can remember when I get home along with instructions to either shower as normal or NOT to shower as normal. Whatever. I tell my sister and my daughters. I tell the nurse practitioner who cured me of my itch. My GP phones me up to reassure me. I turn the heating on and leave it on - because if I've got cancer I'm damn sure that I'm going to be warm.