I saw one of my many oncologists this week. OK, actually, I only have two. This is the one who handled my chemotherapy. He reminds me of my dad.
Dr. Fatherly said that one of the downsides of frequent screenings is that you will get frequent ambiguous readings. It's good to be alert to what could be early changes, but it's also nervewracking.
And, indeed, when the formal letter reporting the results of my mammogram came on Thursday, it said right there in English, "No cancer was detected." (But we want you back in six months, even though it's probably nothing.)
So, Mom calls me Thursday night and asks me how my mammogram went.
"No cancer."
"That's good! I was just wondering, because I hadn't heard."
"Well, at this point, you know, you can figure no news is good news."
"... because I know sometimes you hide things from me to protect me."
"Heh heh heh. No, I'm fine."
Am I going to hell for this?
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Well, if you're going, I'll be sharing that handbasket with you.
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