I was sitting in a waiting room this morning.  This time it was my day to have an annual mamogram.  I don’t know about you, but I never feel comfortable in a medical building. 

I remember when Leroy and I were walking into the hospital where he was having his “routine” colonoscopy.  He asked me why I was so nervous…this was a simple “routine” procedure. at least in his mind.  Nothing is “routine” in my medical book.  You have these tests so radiologists and primary physicians can look to see if something is there (cancer) that shouldn’t be there.  In Leroy’s case, there sure was something there….a large cancerous tumor in his colon and that marked day one of the rest of our life together.

So, forgive me if I get nervous in the anticipation of this check-up, but as the saying goes, “been there, done that.”

I must say, the technician who greeted me and took the digital images must have picked-up on my anxiety, because she made every effort to calm my nerves.  She was good at her job too.  I waited, patiently, flipping through a magazine until the radiologist gave me the “all clear.”  

I couldn’t wait to get out of there and into the hot, humid air of the day. 

There is nothing “routine” about looking for cancer.