Just remembering a story I’ll share. This is how nurses live, sorry.

Hoping maybe it makes the OP at least smile (or cringe, not sure which), and maybe feel better.

(I know how hard this waiting and worrying can be, as both a Mom, and breast cancer survivor myself.)
My mother was in her mid-80s and living with us. I was at work at the beginning of a long shift (where I can’t easily up and leave) when my daughter called to say that my mother had a ton of bright red blood in the toilet. Ugh.
I told my DD she would have to check my mother for hemorrhoids to decide next steps - a trip to the ER, or Preparation H.

(DD is now an RN but was “in training” with me most of her life, lol, so this wasn’t completely out of left field in helping with her grandmother.) Not having a lot of time to talk, I could hear my DD conveying to my mother what I’d said as well as my mother protesting in the background. “Tell her she has to do it!” I said. OK. So she bent over so DD could give a good look to see with a flashlight if she had hemorrhoids. (Poor Mom! And poor DD!) And ugh, she did not. (Sort of shocking for a person that age, actually, who’s given birth four times.)
So off to the ER they went, and I met them there. Turns out Mom had diverticulitis, and that’s what had caused the bleeding. (Food gets stuck in little holes that develop in the colon and becomes infected.) The doctors were laughing because Mom told them she’d been eating celery when she was told to stop eating junk at night while watching TV, and they told her to knock off the celery! (Adding, “That’s what you get for eating healthy!”

) So thankfully that turned out ok but I know it was a memorable night for both Mom and DD. (I always say that it was Mom who really taught DD how to be a nurse! DD later cared for her through hospice, and did everything for her, including all her dressing changes, showers and enemas, you name it!)