Prognosticator - Not!

I am not a good prognosticator.  For example, last week I wrote this:

Later today I am going for a mammogram – my last.  One of the good things – and there are a few – about getting older is that some of the less pleasant medical procedures are no longer done.  This is one of them.

I got a call on Thursday; the technician had detected something in the mammogram picture of my left breast that needed further investigation.  There are not many messages more calculated to raise a chill than that.  It wasn’t a “lump,” they said, but wanted me to come back for another shot at getting a picture of it.

So yesterday I went back and was introduced to a new machine that took 3D pictures.  It took two tries – the anomaly was close to the chest wall and hard to capture – but they got it.  And I’m fine.  The tissue in my breast is “complicated,” however, and I am not to cease getting annual mammograms.  So there was joy in the afternoon, but not a total “whoosh” of relief.