I had a mammogram and bone density test this morning. Fun city. There is always the unknown permeating the waiting room - a sidebar of fear. We are all in it together, but some of us will be called back and will not be off the hook for a year. Being female, being older, being human. Vulnerability makes us united, for brief moments, with strangers.
I spent the time during the mammogram chatting with the technician about mystery books. She gave me a recommendation and I had one for her. In this way we showed there were no hard feelings. We were in a small room together, I was half naked, she had to twist my breasts like pretzels, and it was understood that everyone meant well, no harm done. And the bigger mystery of our bodies was avoided.
Now I'm going to run errands, go shopping with my son, and figure out what to make for dinner. And I'll appreciate every ordinary, mindless task. I had a brush with mystery this morning, and I won't forget it until the results come in.
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