Well, I have had one of those Fridays which is both good and bad.
Like a recipe: One part blessings to one part woes.
If any of the gentlemen bloggers are reading this, you might want to keep a keen eye out for the opportunity to learn from the errors of another.
This is one of those it's complicated but should be very simple recitations.
About three weeks ago I flunked my annual mammogram.
I received a letter from the diagnostic radiologist informing of abnormalities in need of additional investigative procedures. This form letter advised not to panic and to please call to schedule the procedures. Okay. I did that. I also informed Blowfish who made no comment.
I then got a phone call from the diagnostic center saying the procedures required needed to be rescheduled following my next evaluation by my primary physician. Okay.
I went to the primary last Friday at which time he asked a few strategic questions, ordered a bunch of labs and then explained he had requested a particular diagnostic radiologist do the procedures and those would be a " directed mammogram", a " focused compression sonagram" and possibly a needle biopsy. He went on to explain once these procedures were done the radiologist would be able to tell me if I did or did not have anything to worry about. When exiting the exam room the primary gave me a little pat-pat on the shoulder. In the decade or so he has been my doc there have never been any little pat-pats.
That evening as Blowfish and I sort of went through the days debriefing over dinner, I mentioned the appointment with the primary and the upcoming diagnostics. He made no comment.
This morning I had the directed mammogram and the focused compression sonagram. Wow is that a major ouch! Whoever figured out the best way to look at a sphere is to flatten it has my unyielding ire. On the other hand the results were NEGATIVE! Not one thing to worry about so falalalala and have a Merry Christmas! I cannot overstate how grateful I am to have received this news. I've been a tad anxious about this issue and am very happy to have it behind me.
So that is my oh-so-very- good news.
The flip side of the coin is Blowfish has yet to ask me how my day has been.
Forgot the day?
The Women's Diagnostic Radiology Center called to leave a voice mail on the home line yesterday to remind of the early morning appointment. Blowfish took that message and related it to me last evening. So yeah, he was fully informed. Also, I am of the mindset of people don't forget what is important to them. Did you ever forget to go to the prom? Do you forget when you favorite team has a big game? How exactly does a man forget the day when his spouse will discover if she does or does not have a life threatening issue?
Sensitive issue and Blowfish is uncertain how to navigate these waters?
Blowfish has a friend from work, "Miss D" who has been suffering with treatments of every sort for breast cancer. Miss D has no husband , no parents. She does have siblings and adult children here in town. However her "go to person" for this terrible life event has been her friend Blowfish. He has taken her panicky phone calls when we've been out to dinner and he has been known to pace up and down the driveway while consoling her on his cell phone. She calls him every time she sees the doctor or has a treatment to give him her report. Once she called the home line to ask me where he was because she had been unable to reach him on his cell phone. A couple of times Blowfish has mentioned he sometimes takes Miss D to lunch to perk up her spirits because " she's having a really tough time". Blowfish even came home one day with a big smile to say it looked like Miss D was making good strides toward getting into remission. To be honest, once or twice I found myself thinking, "Isn't this a little bit odd?"
Today I am thinking something a little different.
If any of you gentlemen bloggers are still on this post,
I have a recommendation for you.
Don't follow Blowfish's example.
Anybody hungry for Sushi?