Here Endeth the Lesson

The Dutchman was late today.  He kept me waiting more than an hour, and for what?  Good news on the mammogram:  another clear test, about which I'm chuffed.  The most perfunctory of examinations.  And an unhappy discussion about my weight.

I know carrying excess weight increases my risk of recurrence.  Hell, carrying excess weight increases my risk of a lot of things, including heart attack, stroke and the likelihood of never having another first date.  Being chided by a rail-thin specialist who professes to crank out two 75km bike rides a week, and admits weight loss is not his field, adds no value to the conversation.

So, given that today was our last date, maybe it's just as well.  It's time both The Dutchman and I moved on.  What a long strange trip it's been.