(33 of 50) No, I did not get pretty pasties (the boobie kind, not the tasty meat pie kind). I got no pasties (of either kind, actually). But the mammo was uneventful in a posh, country club kind of way. Whatever big money the Perot Family have dumped into that hospital, I must say that [...]
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(32 of 50) Four days before my 50th birthday, I am getting a mammogram. It is my second. Yes, I know that I should have started at 45 and gotten yearly ones. But I am a slow adopter, and I confess to having a modicum of anxiety about the whole “breast sandwich” thing. But then [...]
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(6 of 50) I wish I could wrap up a present tonight for my friend JjFf. A scary day with many tests and medical mysteries and carelessly gawking interested medical technicians. I wish I could wrap up the biggest stuffed rabbit ever, and send it to her. A rabbit that is about six feet tall [...]
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Here are twelve things to do when your kid has you up in the middle of the night. Make sympathetic noises while patting child on the back. Turn on a closet light but shut the door as a get-well lowlight – stronger than night light. Fix a glass of ice water, OJ, “cambric” tea*. Fix [...]
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