(Note: Title is to be sung to the tune of The Knack’s “My Sharona”)
Today was my yearly mammogram. Given the results of last year’s mammogram and the cancer journey that followed, I was rather nervous about the outcome.
Thankfully, I go to an imaging center that has a doctor on site to read the films while you’re there. No waiting for a phone call a day or two later. I was able to walk out of there knowing there were no signs of trouble. See ya in another 12 months.
When I got the results, I realized just how stressed I’d been about this post-treatment milestone. It was as though a giant weight lifted off my shoulders. I’d made the appointment before Christmas, so I’ve been anticipating this appointment for over a month. And I entered the new year knowing I had the mammogram–and whatever it might reveal–waiting for me. As the nurse handed me the letter saying “no signs of cancer,” the fear I’d been holding at bay washed away in a moment and I could feel myself exhale fully for the first time in awhile.
It has been hard to embrace the new year not knowing whether I’d be facing another wild ride of medical procedures and treatments or a clean bill of health. So tonight, I’m having my own little, quiet new year’s celebration. Bring on 2016!