Last Date With The Dutchman?

Ridiculously, I still look forward to my time with The Dutchman, no matter how brief and clinical.  And brief this meeting was.  Maybe ten minutes in the waiting room, another five in the exam room, five in his presence, and Robert is your father's brother.

Clear mammogram, the usual pat down, a promise of another booby sandwich and follow-up in twelve months, and he disappeared from whence he came.  Weirdly, I choked up a little, after he left the room.  Relief, maybe?  It's hard to believe I'll have been five years in his care next month.

So, not our 'last date', but a change in our relationship.  It works for me.

Squish-o-matic

3D mammograms are standard now -- at least for me.  Fortunately, no nerdy glasses are involved.

Today's experience was totally uneventful.  No celebrities in the waiting room.  No unusual discomfort during the procedure.  No concern about the test results.  Everything on time, everyone pleasant and helpful.  A yawn with snore sauce.

Never imagined I'd get this blasé about the whole thing.  A good sign, I think.