Mammogram

I have been putting this off. Now I realize that I need to take care of it before my insurance clock is reset and I am back to paying the first $2600 out of my own pocket. It is easy to make the appointment. This is definitely the off season for following up on health care issues. I drive to the clinic with sadness. It is difficult to face more tests where cancer might rear its ugly head. I have no reason to think that, but the thought comes unbidden.

The women working there are wonderful and kind. They know I have cancer elsewhere in my body, so they are thorough and careful. They are pulling for me to have a normal reading. They ask if I want to wait for the results, but I decline. If there is something wrong, I have every confidence that they will not hesitate to let me know. Until such a possibility comes along, I prefer to assume that all is well.

The nurse nods, understanding. She tells me that they will send me and my doctors a letter in a week to ten days unless there is some concern. Then she makes no bones to tell me that although she is not a doctor, the scans look perfectly normal to her and she has been looking at these things for years. She gives my shoulders a squeeze hug and wishes me a Happy New Year. I smile. Kindness is everywhere. I appreciate her frankness and openness. One more health issue taken care of. Back to reading and not thinking about cancer.