OMG. Still so hot. Will I ever get tired of seeing him?
I was flying solo for my fall date with The Dutchman, this morning. He never stands me up, but he always keeps me waiting; today was no exception.
Given our last conversation, six months ago, I wasn't sure what I'd hear, this trip. We had mammogram and MRI results to discuss, and the prospect of another biopsy hung in the balance.
The mammogram was clear: great news. The MRI report wasn't yet back: shit, bugger, damn. That's the one that counts, this time. If the questionable cells from April haven't resolved, I'll face the needle -- and perhaps another journey down surgery highway. There's nothing for it now but to wait. And at that, it's the negative option; The Dutchman won't call, if the results show negative.
I'm taking the view that no news is good news, but it can be hard to figure out when to stop waiting for the phone to ring. I'll give it 'til the end of next week. If he hasn't called by Friday, I'll assume I'm the only one thinking about my breasts. Now, will that be good news, or bad?
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