Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Morning Spotting From Cyst

AS ISABEL ALLENDE

February: time for me to mammography. Ligia ligie as seven fifties, I got on my bike (orange, with Shimano) and cycled in the direction of the screening that the thoughtful region where I live offers free to the female population in age group between 65 years and my . I came home with a heart full of that subtle feeling of happiness "duty performed" I feel in a few other occasions, for example, after having washed the windows, however, an unusual event as a fish on a plant.
Well now for two years I could forget about it. Yes, hello.
A diligent nurse at the breast a few hours later he called me on the phone to tell me that, uh .. yeah ... not to scare me, but the radiologist, already in short, had a doubt about an image and for the sake , pure and in no way indicative scruple want to repeat the mammogram of the left breast, and be 'as it were, would couf couf ... ... also do - given that there was, of course, not that any were needed - a ... ... er ultrasound.
I was waiting for the next day, ie today. I did not want to say it at all but a daughter would be difficult to dodge the issue, since it is she watches over the front-investigation-diagnosis-to-end early, so crucify me on a regular basis to submit to a carousel of examinations for early identification of various misfortunes, to ensure that you do not turn into tragedy, is d 'obligation to cure at presentation. Indeed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So what? What did they say?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Niente, I tell between a po'>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Giura>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Giuro> ;>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sulla my testa>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Senti I have fare>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... ... ... ... ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vado, hello to domani>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mamma …mamma …dimmi what you have said …>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Hey, start again, nothing special ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; O tell me or I'll call the hospital >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Okay, 'comes to. Mind you, this phenomena of woe>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not even tell a joke. Come on out, they told you?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Niente che, I have to repeat the mammografia: saw un'ombra, want approfondire…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Mom, listen well: you do not jump to mind that he us cancer. Do not let you die. FORBIDDEN: You heard right?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, of course quiet. You know who said the same?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... ....?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Isabel Allende, your favorite, just her mother. So, like you, "Do not let you die." This was written in Paula, did you get it from there>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have not read, says Eva Moon yes, the no. And it's not my favorite. I prefer Buzzati and Scerbanenco>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Neanche the House of spiriti?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Just Mom, so does not stick. We can not go now? I call it, maybe it's Fabio's turn, he owes me favors more of an escort>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not even try, keep them for other favors. Six hours in less than seven hours early always will be. Diagnosis>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have come to stay there until tomorrow ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Escluso: are out cena>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mom? Promise me that you have nothing>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promesso>>.
A promise is a debt: so I taught at the time.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I promised. I can not have cancer>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, I said, if we could not find anything ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dear lady, do what we can. But not our fault ...>>
But it?
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So, another projection alone ... Now I press a bit, 'tell me if it resists Brava ... ... ... Stop Hold your breath ... That's it, sit there, for 'ultrasound. The plates ... I'll bring>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si sdrai, prego…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Senta, agosto, she will become grandmother capisce…devo necessarily insistere: per-favore -non-mi-trovi-niente>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stop, mmm So ... ... ..... ah well: quiet cysts are fluid content ... nothing special. Up, up, you will mica to cry? It 's a good news, there is nothing serious>>.
Viewed grandchildren? Am a grandmother of honor.

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