Today I had my very first ultrasound.
I was there when my wife had ultrasounds while she was pregnant with our kids. But today I was in the chair and it was weird.
My journey this year has been, um, interesting. I’ve seen six medical professionals who have asked me to lower my pants. Normally, I don’t even like to go to the bathroom with anyone being able to see anything that wasn’t covered when I came in. But since my problem is down there, what choice did I have?
So much for avoiding shame and embarrassment.
Of course, it’s a different ball game when you’re at the doctor’s office. Things you’d never do in a social setting can become the pathway to healing.
One thing I noticed is that the whole experience was pretty quiet. Maybe the “sound” in ultrasound is like the sonar fishermen use to detect where to drop their lines.
I did hear a couple swishing sounds though.
No. I’m not pregnant.
Another thing that made no sound was the technician. She was polite and did engage in a bit of small talk with me. But she said absolutely nothing about what she saw.
So I’ll have to wait for the results like a kid waits for Christmas.
The truth is I’m not that excited.
My hope is that the doctor’s hunch is right and there’s nothing to worry about. If that is true, this procedure today is the formality that proves him right.
If not, it’s the scary few days before your world comes crashing down.
Right now, I’m not really worried. I see it like a trip to the bowling alley. I’ve rolled the ball. Now all I can do is see what happens on the other end.
Either way, there’s nothing I can do to influence the outcome.
I will still pray, of course.
You can too.
I’d certainly appreciate it.