Well, the good news is I survived the routine mammogram I had yesterday that I had been putting off for 5 or 6 years. The rather large lady who administered the test seemed to thoroughly enjoy her job of compressing what little flesh I had and walking, a bit slowly I might add, over to her machine to press the button. She then said, "Oh are you one of those who like it quick and painful?" I couldn't comprehend at the time why I would be one of those who prefer it slow and painful. Anyway, she was jolly and I told her she did a good job because of that.
Today, I went to my new doctor for an annual physical. He took out his calculator and calculated my risk of breast cancer in the next 5 years based on my history & statistics as something like .018%. He was nice, I liked him. I noticed that he had a PhD in addition to an MD and he told me he taught in medical school before becoming a doctor. Since I was a new patient, we went over my ever so fascinating medical history and he looked at me the whole time like I was a walking miracle. Aren't we all?