I remember standing in the parking lot of the tattoo shop at which my boyfriend works, and keep in mind this was only about a month ago or so. Everything is still very new and fresh in my memory, as well as my emotional state. My cell phone rang and when the woman on the other side said she was calling from my Gynecologist's office I realized it was my routine phone call after my most recent pap smear.
This phone call however, did not end as quickly as I suspected. I always got the call, was told everything was normal, and waited a year until my next appointment. It was then that the nurse informed me that my test had came back abnormal. Before I could react, or even really understand what she told me, she scheduled me for an appointment to do a biopsy. Thinking back, I can vividly see myself as if I were someone else observing me. Every bit of emotion left, and I had no idea how to react to what I was told.
My boyfriend wandered over and asked if everything was o.k., and the rest of the day was quiet and anxious. I had to wait a while for the biopsy, and that might have been the hardest part of the ordeal at the time. I had a hundred thoughts racing through my head, as anyone would, and I already wanted it all to be over. The journey had really just began.
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