I’ve always written about what’s heavy on my heart. But I don’t always share it publicly. And now, after giving this careful thought, I do want to share in the hope that my experience might help someone else feel less alone.  For the family and friends who may read this, I am okay. I’ll go into the details below, but no cliffhangers, this all turns out okay. Truly. What I want to talk about is the solitude of waiting 15 minutes for diagnostic mammogram results at 35 years old. Alone in a deserted hallway. Even if you have family come with you, they can’t wait in the hallway outside the…