the lady diane's mamogram

Oh yay for Diane! Hope she enjoyed that ice cream.

HOORAY!

(Have another, Dys.)

Thank you Lady Diane. I called and scheduled my momogram today.....

men like me don't deal well with this stuff.

I'm all about squishing boobies. Not Lady Diane's but...

I'll tip up a shot of whisky with ya. *To good health!*

If you like squishing boobies fishin you would love giving mamograms.

Good to hear a happy ending Dys. Sneak up on her later and give her a kiss on the neck.

I don't think so GW. From what I hear it isn't exactly a pleasant experience. I only squish so far.

Good news. Great to hear.

Just shove your nuts in a vise for a while, Dys...or get your prostate examined...preferably both.

Then you can grok in fullness, and you will feel fine about the mammogram.

What kind of whiskey, dys?

Hooray for Lady Diane! Good reason to celebrate.

Actually, he was very sweet as he hurried over when I drove into the garage, saying "I was so worried about you." He said that about five times then remembered he was a cowboy and said, "I really wasn't worried at all." God. I love cowboys!

Talk about squishing! One mammogram was done at a 45% angle, another at a 90% angle, one from side to side, making my boob look like one of those elliptical, very narrow, fish. Then top to bottom. Then she came back and said that she would have to do one over again and I said Oh goody.

'Tis very strange. I wasn't really worried; just once in a while I would worry about not really having a working will, that kind of very practical thing. Then I thought about all the women I know who have had breast cancer. A lot of friends, most of whom have gone into remission, but a couple who didn't make it. Then I thought about osso, who had it and had no one with her while she went through all the crap like chemo, one test after another, the worry, the loose of confidence about the future.

Yeah, I'm very lucky to have the cowboy, even if he wasn't really worried.

Boomerang, get going. I was terrible about getting mammograms--but not any more.

Thanks to all for the good wishes.

Whew.

Oh yeah, a half pint of Ben and Jerry's. Yuuuummmm. Comfort food.

I'm quite pleased you weathered the storm, Diane.

As for boomerang.....We're gonna need a bigger vice

Dys was Sweet and he hurried.

Really, Diane!

Two lies that close together.


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Great news and proud of Dys wait until he has to have a mamogram and I say that because I have been there done that.

Only half a pint, Diane?

You must not have been TOO worried.

Yeah, I know all about men like Dys and their reactions to these things. My hubby's the same way. He gets that blank look on his face and tries to pretend nothing gets to him. Those Marlboro Men are all the same....big softies at heart.

((((HUGS)))) for Dys
((((MORE ICE CREAM)))) for Diane

Gus! You fucktard. They aren't that big. They're biggish.

I am so telling dad when he gets home.......

Diane- So happy for ya, girl!