Titty taffy pull
Well. It’s two years that Mom is gone.
I went to my mammogram. AKA the titty taffy pull.
At least my doctor listened to me and also ordered a follow-up ultrasound.
As a founding member of the Dense Boob Club, we should just skip to the ultrasound.
Also of course it was a man who designed the friggin boob vise that I had to deal with earlier.
In any event, I forgot that I had mom’s urn in my purse.
How weird that she got to come to my mammogram. After I went to all her appointments but I had to do all mine alone before today.
I was thinking, it would be appropriate if I use 6/16 as my annual mammo day. Though with my family history, I get to have them every SIX months.
That was a weird moment. I had marked on my form that I had no sisters, no aunts, no nothing. They verified that and said wow, everyone puts zero but no one actually has zero.
I said yup. Little Orphan Annie here. Don’t ask me for a beneficiary or an emergency contact. My cats can’t drive and I have the car here.
Other than seeing 57s all around, as that was Mom’s birth year, it was a pretty unremarkable day all around.
Exhausting and irritating all around. BUT! A gift I’d sent a friend weeks ago finally arrived.
Hilariously it’s alcohol and hilariously I say Mom timed it so he could toast to her.
What’s really funny was in the card, I had referenced wanting to brighten up a random Tuesday.
How wild that it did, in fact, arrive on a random Tuesday.
I also got an employee referral bonus today. Well, news of it anyway. But just in time for a Disney trip. Very exciting.
So, mixed bag, as always. But I had a Cosmo margarita with Mom at Chili’s after the mammo, and it’s all I get now, so I cherished it.