Just few months later, here I am, again. Sitting and waiting. Waiting, again, for a doctor to come and call out my name. I'm sitting and waiting and trying to keep my mind busy by looking around, checking out other's women shoes, clothes, hair style and posture. How many of them said "Good Morning" when they entered the waiting room? One, if you exclud me! We are all here sitting and waiting for the same reason. Women of all ages, from the teenager to the granny are here waiting. Waiting for a doctor to come and call their name. Waiting for a response. Waiting and wishing to know that everything is fine with our breasts. Or not. Time seems to slow down in this waiting room. In all waiting rooms. And then some bad thoughts come to my mind. What if they tell me that something is wrong?? Could it be something nasty, this thing, I feel?? Am I going to die??? I shake my head trying to sweep these ill-omened thoughts and flip through a magazine trying to read the first interview of Mrs Sarkozy Bruni. When finally my turn comes my legs are suddenly heavy and reclutant to walk. A friendly nurse shows me a small room where I have to undress my upper body and then she welcomes me on the other side of the room, still waiting for the doctor to come. I feel odd and little funny sitting on the little bed with only pants on and having my boobs in the air...(and I don't feel like a Minoan Goddess!!) Still waiting. Then the doctor comes in and tries to look me in the eyes instead of gazing at my disproportionated breasts. Few questions and then I tell him that yesterday I felt a big, hard lump in my left boobie. It's so big that the doctor decides to vaccum-cleaned it immediately. The nurse goes to get all the necessary and when the niddle approches I simply close my eyes. I hear my heart beating. It's done. The doctor smile at me and says " You will receive the results in two weeks but I can already tell you that everything is fine". I dress up again and go in the waiting room. The doctors comes back 10 minutes later with my photos and walks me to the exit. I open the door. Breathe heavily and then cry : thank God all is well!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Waiting....
Just few months later, here I am, again. Sitting and waiting. Waiting, again, for a doctor to come and call out my name. I'm sitting and waiting and trying to keep my mind busy by looking around, checking out other's women shoes, clothes, hair style and posture. How many of them said "Good Morning" when they entered the waiting room? One, if you exclud me! We are all here sitting and waiting for the same reason. Women of all ages, from the teenager to the granny are here waiting. Waiting for a doctor to come and call their name. Waiting for a response. Waiting and wishing to know that everything is fine with our breasts. Or not. Time seems to slow down in this waiting room. In all waiting rooms. And then some bad thoughts come to my mind. What if they tell me that something is wrong?? Could it be something nasty, this thing, I feel?? Am I going to die??? I shake my head trying to sweep these ill-omened thoughts and flip through a magazine trying to read the first interview of Mrs Sarkozy Bruni. When finally my turn comes my legs are suddenly heavy and reclutant to walk. A friendly nurse shows me a small room where I have to undress my upper body and then she welcomes me on the other side of the room, still waiting for the doctor to come. I feel odd and little funny sitting on the little bed with only pants on and having my boobs in the air...(and I don't feel like a Minoan Goddess!!) Still waiting. Then the doctor comes in and tries to look me in the eyes instead of gazing at my disproportionated breasts. Few questions and then I tell him that yesterday I felt a big, hard lump in my left boobie. It's so big that the doctor decides to vaccum-cleaned it immediately. The nurse goes to get all the necessary and when the niddle approches I simply close my eyes. I hear my heart beating. It's done. The doctor smile at me and says " You will receive the results in two weeks but I can already tell you that everything is fine". I dress up again and go in the waiting room. The doctors comes back 10 minutes later with my photos and walks me to the exit. I open the door. Breathe heavily and then cry : thank God all is well!
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