Send home the dancing horses

Yesterday was my annual check-up at the Breast Clinic. (I also have an annual checkup with oncology, where I usually encounter Dr. Handsome, and my nipples usually misbehave. This was not that. I’m not really sure why I am seen by both teams – in London I was discharged from oncology back to the surgery team, a blessed relief to both sides I’m sure. But hey. an extra check can’t hurt.) . Yesterday I was trying to be low-key: I’d had the your-mammogram-looks-fine letter, I feel well. As is my wont on hospital days, I chose extra-lovely underwear. I wore my new snowdrop ring (from Entangled Wave) and dressed nicely and put on makeup to the level of slightly-special-occasion (i.e. two shades of eyeshadow). But I did allow myself to think, as we waited for our coffees (the coffee van being cannily parked between car park and hospital), that, with remission date just around the corner, this might be my last appointment. And I realised just how large that return-to-the-normal looms on my horizon, although I like to pretend that my horizon is just dandy and unaffected by it. . . So. This time I met Dr. Charming (And Possibly Quite New). He was lovely. All began promisingly when he looked at my notes and said, “Ah, we’re nearly at your five years!” in a tone of voice that suggested that the fire-eaters and jugglers would be along any second to get the party to celebrate the end of my final check-up started. Then he examined me. After all of the stuff that they do...
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