I love You (post 2)

I have a very close relationship with my Dr. She is amazing, she is caring, she is kind. During the birth of my first child, which was a c-section, I nearly died. The man sized baby that came out was frank breech. He wasn't planning on coming out ever it felt like. This story seems almost unbelievable but My husband, sister, Dr. and I are here to say it is all true. I had a horrible anesthesiologist whom numbed only half of my body. There was pulling and tugging and no pain medication on 1/2 of my body. It was not something I ever imagined would happen to the wonderful story of my first birth experience but it quickly become part of my fabric. I was diagnosed with a heart condition shortly after that happened, one which I did not have prior to the birth. My Dr. and I bonded because the events that took place in that O.R. should not have happened.

Fast forward to this day the day I came to see her because of my lump. She was happy to see me. I brought my husband to whom she said, "What are you doing here?". They caught up and shared stories and then back to the reason I was there.

She examined my lump and asked when my last was. I told her I am do for one now. She felt the lump, I could tell exactly when she felt the lump. Her face changed. She asked me to sit up then asked the nurse to order a mammogram and she asked me to make an appointment with a surgeon. She reassured me that he would take a look and that he would see what he thought we should do. She said it was most likely nothing but with my family history she thought we should get it checked out. She answered all of our questions, we said our goodbyes and then she leaned in for a hug and said, "I love you" I left the room and headed toward the nurse. She set up for me to do the mammogram that same day. I said goodbye to my husband and headed to the imaging appointment, I was fine, I was calm, I was in control. Then it hit me, why did she say "I love You"?.