Chippy, I too had a private urologist who ran his office like a mother hen.
When I had called about a recent bladder biopsy, the receptionist put me on hold. Five minutes later she said “Doctor S was very pleased.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. “what grade was it? Any muscle invasion?” Another long hold on the line.
“Very pleased” she said again. After that I knew that I would always be in the dark, totally at the mercy of whatever info Dr S wished to share; I would never know the whys, hows or anything: Daddy knew best, period!