The day had come.
The journey was annoying.
The traffic was bad.
The bus was packed.
The waiting room was hot.
The wait was long. And got longer.
The stress built up. And up.
The doctor was nice.
The examination was uncomfortable.
And undignified.
The news was good.
The lump was nothing to worry about.
The relief was huge.
The urge to hug the doctor was suppressed.
So were the tears.
Life goes on.
And I am grateful. ♥
Good! Do you know that particular poem ‘Clothes’ by Wislawa Szymborska? Well worth a read, here’s a link to it on somebody’s blog –
http://lbosquejo.blogspot.co.uk/2009/07/clothes-by-wisawa-szymborska.html
S
I have just read the poem for the first time Sarah. It’s wonderful – and very apt. Thank you for sharing it. x
Fantastic news!! …and breathe…. I went through one of those a few years back… good to be on the other side with good news… love to you and all those who weren’t so lucky… Cass x
Every woman’s worst nightmare – I’m so glad yours has a happy ending x
I too am grateful, but mainly because my news wasn’t good, and the worst happened, but I came through it alive, and I’m still here! But I know very well the feeling of sitting in a waiting room with fluttering heart and dry mouth. Congratulations – and stay vigilant.
I’m glad you came through it and are still here Kate – and I hope that the experience is well and truly behind you now.
I was very conscious as I left the waiting area that not all the women sitting there would be as lucky as me. It made me feel very humbled, as well as grateful.
And yes – I will stay vigilant, thank you x
Oh! I’m grateful too! So happy you are ok and can put your energy to mod-goodies and not worry. xo
That is wonderful news.
xx
Wonderful news and a great relief, I’m sure!
Great news!
Good news! 🙂
I’m so glad you’re alright!
So glad to hear your happy outcome … Bee xx