Mammogram time. At least I found solace in the Pavilion. But that was only because it’s a beautiful
building with nice people. From the outside
of the building to the warm cozy waiting room inside, I felt I was stepping
into a retreat, a sanctuary of sorts. In
the waiting room I sat as far away from the glowing fireplace as possible. At this point in my life, I don’t need a fire
for warmth. If I ever get cold, it’s a
refreshing two minute relief. The fireplace, I assume, is for comfort of those
younger than I and pre-menopausal, or the fortunate ones that do not have personal
summers year-round.
The mammogram didn’t take long, in retrospect. At the time, it felt like forever. I did have a flash back to my childhood when
my big brother would pinch my forearm and make me say “UNCLE”! Only today it was the technician saying “Let
me know when this becomes intolerable”.
Mammogram, checked off my annual list of things I must do. I am thankful it's done for another year AND done without a single
"Uncle" uttered. It doesn't count if you're thinking it but don't say it, doesn't it?
