The Call

I had been wanting to get a mammogram for awhile. I always waited for the free ones sponsored by the hospital. They wouldn’t approve me for one last year , so I waited.

I was scheduled to have one on July 11, 2016, but the mammogram machine tore up. My third grandchild, a girl, was supposed to arrive in a few weeks. With everything so uncertain, I wasn’t sure when to make the appointment. They had an opening July 18^th.

The morning of July 18^th came and I almost didn’t go. MaKensie was born a few days earlier, so everything was chaotic. I said to myself, “I’ll just wait.” I tried to call the day before my appointment to cancel it, but no one answered.

That morning I heard God say, “Go on and get up and go get your mammogram.” I thought, “Okay, I’ll get it taken care of.” I’d never had any reason to worry. All of my past mammograms had always come back clear.

While at an appointment for my daughter, I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I didn’t think anything of it. The person who called had left a message.

I didn’t check it until the end of the appointment. St. Mary’s Hospital called to tell me I needed to call them back. When I called them back, they told me they saw a place that was concerning and I needed another my mammogram.

That mammogram was scheduled for Thursday.