6-16
Sat down to do some work on this fine Sunday when I got a text.
Figured it was Door Eats or Uber Dash or whatever. As your girl needed some lavender milk tea.
Oh no, it was the radiology department with a reminder that I have the first of two mammograms scheduled for Tuesday.
You know, Tuesday, June 16.
Two years to the day that Mom died of stage 4 breast cancer.
That knocked the fucking wind out of me.
It’s been two hours and I’m still shaky.
For all I know, my order from Sugar Milk is still sitting outside my door.
Of all the dates on all the calendars, man.
This is why I have two mammograms. Because of my family medical history.
I finally found a good doctor who knows I’ll get called back, so why not just schedule both upfront.
I don’t even know what I’d do if they said they found something. Put rocks in my pockets and walk into the Intracoastal, I guess.
Or put in a boba order from Gong Cha, in honor of how much Cindy thinks about me with the song “Don’t Cha.”