Call Me "Unremarkable"

I've had this Sinatra oldie running through my head ever since I read the report on my kidney ultrasound. 

They are of average size for a female. No swelling. No fluid pooling in the kidney tissue. My bladder is just fine, with no signs of cancer. In fact, I am, in the radiologist's word, altogether "unremarkable," except for ...

My kidney stone. It's a little too big to pass on its own, and way to small to call for surgery. I guess I'm just at that awkward age. The radiologist seems to be leaning toward "wait and see," as he uses words like "nonobstructive." That's my doctor's first choice, too. But she made it clear she's a GP and thinks I'd be better served by a urologist. She sent a referral. i don't want to be cut. I don't have anyone who will take care of me afterward.* I'll talk to the specialist, I suppose, but it will take some convincing to get me to let him carve me up. 

*That's not fair. Kathy would probably do it. So would John, though he hates cats. And Kathleen would, too, even though she has many family obligations and I'd feel too guilty about asking her.