Fatima paused. She rotated the screen slightly. “I see a cyst. Perfectly round, smooth edges. It’s benign, Clara. Like a little pearl.”
The word suspicious wasn't a diagnosis. It was a fog. And Clara hated fog. echographie mammaire angers
“I told you,” her mother said. “Angers has good doctors.” Fatima paused
The email had arrived at 8:47 AM, and Clara had been staring at it for three hours. “Result of your mammogram: suspicious image. Additional ultrasound required.” smooth edges. It’s benign