I get a mammogram and sonogram every year.
I start to get nervous a few days before, when I look at my calendar and see my scheduled appointment.
I go to Rosetta Radiology on the Upper East Side. It is located near me; the staff is professional, friendly, and I assume competent; and I am never kept waiting. But I am also superstitious (not of the over-the-top kind). And I also wouldn't leave because for years, I have always gotten the outcome I want: "Everything is fine."
And today is no exception.
I leave feeling safe. Happy. And of course, relieved.
Then I think of my friends who have not been as lucky. Who didn't get the all-clear on a routine visit. And how their lives changed in a nanosecond.
All of them are fine. But not before going through months of uncomfortable medical procedures and intense emotional trauma.
I know it's more than a little sappy to be grateful for the good, and happy for the mundane. Life is precious, and we are all vulnerable. Some days are slow, others boring. I often wish for more adventure.
But today, nothing happening and no new news is the best news of all.
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