Today I went for a second mammogram. It was normal. Phew. But, before it was normal it might not have been for about two weeks. As 42 years on the planet have trained me to do, when I'd start to get worried that today would end in bad news I'd just think of something else. I'd concentrate on grading papers or making Valentines. I planned and executed a dinner party for eight just last night. But eventually the party ended and the moment came when it was time to go to bed and face the silence of actually needing to go find out if I was going to continue loving my small, perky breasts or prepare to say goodbye to them. Okay... I'll be honest... at that point, the point of turning off lights and scooting off to experiment with whether sleep would be possible, I wasn't really worried about saying goodbye to my girls. I was terrified that I might have to KNOW I would have to say goodbye to my boys. Maudlin and dreary, I know, but real. ...
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