Me, that is. I'm 52, and people I know are starting to die. Okay, not many, but enough that I decided to put on my Big Girl Pants and start doing all those nasty tests that women over 50 are supposed to get: mammogram, bone density scan, colonoscopy, pap test, dermatology exam of a dark spot on my shoulder.
So I got a bad report on my pap test, did some nasty follow up tests, and it turned out I don't have cancer. That felt great!
The dermatologist was pretty sure I had a basal cell cancer, but the test came back negative. Also great!
I got a clear mammogram, although I don't get overly excited about these, as my mother found lumps in her breasts very soon after clear mammograms... twice.
My colon is a thing of beauty. (the test is no big deal, but drinking the stuff the night before was quite unpleasant. I drank less than half what you're supposed to, and it turned out not to matter.
Bone density came back normal.
So I'm pretty sure I'm destined to be hit by a bus.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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