No, every post from here on out will NOT be about cancer. I just got some good door pics on my perambulations, and why waste them?
I went to Baptist Floyd (sounds like a character from Mayberry, doesn’t it?) for a mammogram and ultrasound when the first mammo showed a suspicious mass. They have a special imaging center just for women, and here’s the door.
There was this cabinet outside, and Sara was like, “There are doors!” so I snapped them in passing, and it’s a little blurry.
The ultrasound looked suspicious, too, so they sent me for a biopsy. The doctor and ultrasound radiologist were both really really super nice, and the biopsy didn’t hurt a bit. I wasn’t even sore the next day.
Here’s a door-ish area where one could be private-ish while waiting.
This isn’t a door (obvs), but I like decorative tiles.
The biopsy came back positive, so my GP sent me to a surgeon. My GP is fantastic, and anything she says to do, I do, so I went to the surgeon she suggested, and he’s wonderful. Very clear, very patient, very positive without crossing the line into seeming callous about my concerns. Sara and I both loved him. Here’s the door to his waiting rooms. I really like the buttress-y bit.
Outside the Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital, where the surgeon is, I saw this faux Tudor building, and had to snap it, even though no doors are visible.
This door to the hospital is both sad and delightful.
Thursday doors is under the direction of Dan Antion, photographer extraordinaire and critter daddy. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A door only children can pass through.