I spent some quality time yesterday at our regional women's health clinic, which I'll call The Boob Place.
The world should be more like The Boob Place -- clean, quiet, aesthetically calming, ambient music in the background. It's a pity that the other women in the waiting room, and myself, were there for mostly troubling reasons.
My intake nurse was an older woman who exuded calm and competency. When I began stressing a little, she patted my hand and reassured me that there were all sorts of scenarios possible.
That made me feel better...until, sitting in the waiting room before my mammogram, I heard her tell one of my fellow patients, "Know that I will be thinking about you this week," and realizing that The Boob Place is a pretty serious place to be.
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"Boob Places" are very humbling places, aren't they? Sounds like it's a peaceful and supportive environment. As one who has sat in regular waiting rooms and diagnostic ones, I hope and pray everything is OK.
I've been thinking about you.
PS I first misread this as the Boob Palace. Maybe it should be with minarets like Boobs!
Praying for you . . .
lol
PC and I had teh same thought exactly...
Love and prayers continue from these parts
Thinking about you too.
Prayers are with you.
We need good Boob Places. Mine is not all that, and I get to now visit it every year, just in case.
Continuing in prayer for you and fellow traveler.
((((LC))))
((((FT))))
I've been to the Boob Place myself. Prayers are flying for you!
(((LC))) and lots of prayers too.
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