Day Nine. And still waiting...

Day nine and still waiting…

A few observations:

1. My mom is basically the only person who calls me.  Which normally is fine.  But since I'm waiting for 'the call' to find out my BRCA test results my heart skips a beat and I get paralyzed with fear for a few seconds every time my phone rings.  So, mom, if I'm a bit jumpy when I answer the phone, my apologies.
2. It would be great if you could track your 'sample' the same way you track the $7 t-shirt you order from Target.com.  I get it, these things take time.  But my mind starts to wonder and I'd love to see the hold-up the process.  Did my spit sample arrive at the lab?  Have they contacted my insurance about a prior authorization?  Is my DNA so spectacular that they are wanting to see what makes me so awesome?  Is there a back-up in the lab?  Was there a fire?  Oh goodness, what if there was a fire and I have to start this waiting thing all over?!  Did I warn you that at times my mind goes a bit crazy?  So if anyone has connections to Myriad labs, maybe ask them if they can spring for some sort of tracking system, just like our failing post office system offers.
3. I'm tired of carrying my phone with me everywhere.  Which is silly, because I usually always have my phone with me, anyway.  But, I'm not usually waiting for a phone call.  Normally my phone is for my convenience.  I answer it if I want to and ignore it if I want to…  It's like I'm a bit of a slave to my phone this week.
4. At 5:00 pm, I am a bit let down that today wasn't the day I got the call and a bit relieved that for the next 12 hours I don't have to worry about missing a call.