Tuesday, July 19, 2016

benign is the right word

Okay, I do not live in a permanent state of rapture; sometimes the world gets me down. The Republican convention is getting me down. Just the thought of a man that vile being granted power and prestige is enough to make me vomit, let alone the whole Republican platform - a cavalcade of racist stupidity - and everyone there. Who are those people? I know, I asked that when Rob Ford was elected, and yet there he was, for years. Scared angry white people dreaming of a mythical past.

And then the murders continue, and what's happening in Turkey ...

But also, I am just back from the beautiful new Women's College Hospital, where my left breast came in for some serious consideration - two mammograms and then an ultrasound. The technician went to show the pictures to the radiologist, who then appeared herself to take a closer look. That was when I got a tiny bit scared. She explained that there's something, probably a benign cyst but they want to keep an eye on it, I'll be called back in six months.

So - no news is sort of good news, but I did leave feeling immensely vulnerable. So many little bits, inside and out, to go wrong. I remember my father, dying of cancer at 65, saying, "I don't regret anything, I've been blessed."

Me too.

Perhaps I should just not read the newspaper this week.

Time to water the garden.


  1. So much to worry about, globally. Not to mention south of the border. But it must feel such a relief to know you probably have a cyst rather than the other alternatives...Enjoy your garden.

  2. Yes, it's a relief, and also that they're going to keep a close eye on it. But I find it hard these days not to be a bit depressed about the state of the world. The words "hell in a handbasket" come to mind ...