poured out before bed
“So, how long has it been since your last treatment?”
The elderly woman grins so that her sparkling dentures threaten to leap from their high perch.
“Nineteen years, five months. I’ve been cancer free for almost two decades now. God is so good!”
“Well, Ms. Jones, so are you! You’ve taken very good care of yourself.”
Dr. Ductal smiles as she listens to the sweet rhythm of a survivor’s heart. She moves methodically through her physical exam, saving the breast exam for last.
“Alright Ms. Jones, may I do a breast exam? You know, this may be the last exam we ever do here. I think it would be more than fine to just follow up yearly with your PCP now – not that I don’t love to see you, and you are welcome to come see me annually if you are more comfortable with that – but there’s no reason for me to take up your time anymore.”
Again the dentures waver on the precipice of a smile, teetering precariously through the whole breast exam. When the exam is complete, Dr. Ductal helps Ms. Jones to sit up.
As she closes her gown, Ms. Jones’ strong voice trembles with laughter.
“For so many years everyone’s been wanting to see this ta-ta. Well, now this ta-ta’s saying ta-ta to you!”