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.