I have a serious case of blogger’s block due to the fact that I have to go to “the lady doctor” and I can think of nothing else until I get that little unpleasantness behind me. I was going to skip it but I was at dinner with a 41 year old friend Sunday night and she said, “Surprise! I’m pregnant!” and while I am delighted for her, I am also renewed in my resolve to march through those doors so I can get the prescription that keeps me from making a similar announcement thus sending Mr. CPQ to the emergency room for heart treatment.
I’m also dreading the appointment because it’s my first visit since turning 40 and they’re going to tell me it’s time for a mammo-cram but I’m going to put on my big girl britches and deal with it because my diabetic Italian neighbor who sends me all her sugary food is currently undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer and every time I see her turban-wrapped, bald head I’m reminded that a few minutes of discomfort may one day save my life as it did hers.
And I have a lot to live for.
Have a nice day.
P.S. to my six male readers who I hope have stuck around until the end: I’m going at the insistence of my precious husband who loves me enough to be mean and say things like, “Please go. I want to grow old with you.”
You have more influence than you think.