Mammogram blues

To read or not to read, that is the question. Do I really want to know what the mammogram shows? Am I brave enough to read the mammogram on my own? Questions, questions. Putting my head in the sand seems like the wisest option. The reason is that I still have a week to go before I see the surgeon. If there's a problem, it would be unbearable. If there is no problem, I'd be sky high and would have to come down to earth if the surgeon says something negative. So, I think from the point of view of sanity preservation for the next week, the best option is to ignore the envelope and get on with life. Actually, I am really busy, so it wouldn't be too hard.

One thing I am learning during this journey is that it's always good to discuss things with friends or people in the know.
So, when my friend Sue arrived I told her that I made up my mind not to read the mammogram results. She thought I was quite mad. "I couldn't stand not knowing," she laughed, at which point I saw the error of my ways, opened the envelope and..... HOORAY..... everything looks OK.

The only problem I now have is a contact dermatitis I seem to have acquired since the mammogram. Hmmmmmm.............. Was it the dirt on the machine, the pressure, or an unwanted manifestation of nerves? Can't even begin to be bothered to figure it out. I'll put some lotion on it and let the body sort itself out. It always does – one way or another. Maybe a bit more qigong will do the trick.