Hey, Dude, the Show's Up Here

It's good to know some things don't change. The Dutchman is still well worth the wait.

He was particlarly chatty, today. Where was I born? What's the family connection to the Netherlands? All of this while making no eye contact, and palpating breasts, scars, nodes, and the like. Truly an odd combination of intimacy and small talk I don't experience anywhere else.

Long story short, the upshot of all the groping -- and the review of my MRI -- is that all's well. I'm booked for a fresh mammogram, an MRI and another tete-a-tete with The Dutchman in October. I'd expected it might be twelve months, as that's what The Pill scheduled, but you won't find me disappointed. I'll just think of my next appointment as an early Christmas gift.