Same Time, Next Year

The Pill gave me the spring pat down, this afternoon.  I was putty -- well, breast tissue -- in his hands.

After asking if I still get a period (my answer:  about every four months), or experience hot flashes (haven't yet, thank goodness), and letting me know my latest MRI was clear (yay!), he sent me packing with another prescription for Tamoxifen in hand.

Much as I like the guy, I was pleased to hear that he only wants to see me annually, from here on.  Six weeks from now, it's me and the Dutchman.  Here's hopin' for as easy an appointment with him.