A miracle - that's the one word for it. I hadn't had my mammies grammed in a few years; I wasn't afraid to go in, I'm just lazy. Our of a clear blue sky, Tri-City Radiology called me in September of 2017 to tell me that I hadn't been in in a while and that they had all of this new equipment (rah rah rah) that was 40% stronger or could find stuff 40% smaller or 40% quicker. Bottom line, they asked if I'd like to come in so lazy me said, "Sure. When?" and was told "We have an opening tomorrow morning." I took that one, had the mammo and got a call that same afternoon saying that there was something funny in my mammo (Everyone's a critic). They wanted to do an ultra-sound and I said, "Ok, when?" and they said, "Tomorrow." Are you starting to see a pattern here? Long story short, I got a call from a surgeon's office the following Monday (I still didn't have any results from the ultrasound) and they wanted to see me that week. As it turns out, I had cancer and was in surgery within a week to 10 days. I believe God prompted TCR to call me because I had cancer and didn't know it. To me, that's a miracle. No other word for it. Thank you for saving my life.