Ultrasound.  Nothing by mouth six hours before, but I get up early enough that I can have my normal breakfast.

The procedure isn’t particularly unpleasant:  breathe in, breathe out, don’t breathe; breathe normally.  The tech leaves and says that if they need more information a supervisor and/or a doctor will come back with her.  The supervisor comes back.  She’s not as reliable at including the “breathe normally” step, and I have good breath capacity, so sometimes she’s ready for the next picture while I’m still holding from the last one.

But clearly they’re after something.  We go through the whole process (tech, then tech and supervisor) again.  Finally they decide that’s all they can get and let me go.

Dr. B calls later that day to say that they saw something near my pancreas.  The pancreas is hard to get on ultrasound, so I should have a CAT scan, which I’m able to have done the following day.  (Nothing to eat after midnight, though, and this one isn’t until 2pm.)  We have all begun to worry.

I tell my parents (who asked me to give them the results) and one friend.  Nobody else.