Clean scans close call

Last week I had my CT scans. In walks the doctor with a mixed expression on his face. "The scans look good, except......." oh wait, was I supposed to listen after that? All I wanted to hear was "look good". I did not want any except, any but, any thing else. "except we'd like to take a look at this spot on your liver". Eh? Spot? Like the kind my dog leaves everywhere? He showed me said spot in the current CT and the report from back in August when it was originally found, the note that said, "Spot should be looked at by MRI"..in August..it's October. I wasn't terribly happy with this, and Ted was pretty convinced that the ball was dropped because the doctor was going on vacation the next day and decided it could wait. My spot in my liver could wait. Well, I guess it could. A couple gruelling days later, I had the MRI and the results say right there, no evidence of metastasis. The MRI saw my spot just fine too, the tube however has designated it "nothing of concern". I always thought liver spots were something I'd get on my arms when I was much older...