I sit here - in this tiny cubicle - in the white hospital gown I've changed into with opening at the front for easy access for the radiologist to perform the ultrasound and check this 'mass' that has been found in my breast. There are two doors. One door leads out into the waiting room where my partner is sitting, reading the paper without really seeing any words. He waits for me - he'll be trying to read my face for news the second I walk through that door. The second door leads to the hospital bed, ultrasound machine and a man with glasses and a kind smile. I'm ready and just waiting for him to come get me and do the ultrasound. My life in this cubicle is on hold.