Thursday, September 20, 2018

A Shout of Joy


Go tell it on the mountain over the hills and everywhere

Written by Norah L. Henry, MD, on 9/20/2018 2:30 PM
     Your mammogram looks good. Here is the report for your records. Please let me know if you have any questions.

HISTORY:
             81-year-old (even though I’ll be 82 in less than two weeks. Let’s not exaggerate) female presents for post lumpectomy follow-up. The patient is taking Arimidex, has a history of prior breast surgery, has a history of breast cancer.
FINDINGS:
             Right Breast Findings:
             There are scattered areas of fibroglandular density. The patient has had a previous lumpectomy with the expected post surgical appearance. No significant masses, calcifications or other abnormalities are seen.
             Left Breast Findings:
             There are scattered areas of fibroglandular density. There are no suspicious masses, calcifications, or areas of architectural distortion. 
I casually mentioned to Dr. Henry
that I had not slept the night before
my appointment with her.
She made my appointment for the mammogram
on a Thursday, the only day the radiologist is in,
so I could get my results right away.
What man would think of that?
My appointment was for 1 PM.
I got there about 10 minutes early.
They took me right in and I was through by 1:15,
knowing the results.
She sent me a written report by 2:30 PM.
She also changed it from the Huntsman Cancer Center
in Salt Lake to the one in Farmington,
five minutes away instead of an hour away,
which would have been an all-day event.
When I got home,
in my mind
I danced a jig!

Friday, September 7, 2018

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Who’s the Smart One?


Sometimes
I think
my sister, Verla,

has the right idea.
She rarely takes pictures;
she keeps no journal or history;
she doesn’t raise a garden anymore.
She could clean her freezer in half an hour.
When she’s through with something,
she gives it away.
She’s never stored useless stuff.
Eddy is still wearing some of the shirts
she gave him when her boys quit wearing them.
I put things in boxes and store them in the basement
in case we or someone yet to be born
might need them someday.
I have a toy museum.
I have shelves and shelves of photo books
and histories, journals and writings
that no one looks at or reads.
Four full deep freezers –
the big one taking me all day to clean out.
Cases and cases of bottled fruit and vegetables
besides all the groceries DeRay buys in bulk.
We spend endless hours in the garden.
And on and on and on and on.
WHY?