... with Beloved this morning. I sat in the waiting room of the all-breasts-all-the-time place, which was, predictably, pretty girly. I read this completely amazing short story in the New Yorker. It's a good thing it was so absorbing and long, because she was in there for an hour and fifteen minutes.
She came out playing, playful, peeking from behind doors and pillars. They took several more views with a mammogram, and also an ultrasound.
And now we wait a little longer.
8 comments:
"All breasts-all-the-time" I love it..
Hang in there, just a while longer.
Remember we're waiting with you!
Blessings,
Suzanne
oh dear... i was hoping you'd have settling news by tonight. hopefully playing and playful is good. glad the short story was so fabulous.
continuing to pray
Peace to you.
prayers girlfriend. lots of prayers.
Thanks for the link to the story.
Praying on this end.
The waiting is the worst...
Prayers from NC for you both.
Praying hard here. Been there/done that, too. The waiting is the worst part.
Blessings!
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