The second stage of my breast lump investigation is now over....phew! I had all 3 examinations in one (long) afternoon which is still excellent service. I speak not a word of a lie when I say the mammogram was ruddy well sore, the biopsy stung like the clappers (they were short staffed so I agreed to the procedure without anaesthetic !) but by the soothing voice and touch of the sonographer at my ultrasound, all was forgiven. She was a young lass with beautiful Asian features - and spoke with a soft Scottish accent - and we were talking music in no time! I just hold tight for 6 weeks on results, lest they call me back sooner. I have to admit - sitting in a room with women of all ages, some with breast cancer, some similar to me, and others for check ups - I was truly humbled. The girl next to me, who I'd been chatting away with had 3 of a family, her youngest was 8, she was barely 40 and fighting a cancerous tumour. All that time we sat conversing, I had no idea she was wearing a wig. It was only when she had to adjust it a bit at the back that she mentioned it. Gobsmacked I was - it was the double of my daughter's hairstyle, colour and all! Incredibly natural. Everyone agreed that treatment and aftercare are so advanced these days, that it made for a more positive outlook. But even I, with my less than 5% chance of this being cancer, still can't shake off the the possibility factor.
Anyhow, I was glad to get home and needed a day or two's rest just to get over the afternoon's hullabooby-loo. And I knew things were back to normal when PrettBoy asked how my hospital apps went and then added for true measure:
" Did you remember to tell folk that I programme the robots there?"
"Of course, son....." I added, "I would have been a right (or left ) tit to have forgotten. Now get the kettle oan!"
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