Imaging and being happily wrong

An imagination with a writer can be dangerous. I hadn't thought much of my mammogram scheduled for today until last night when I pictured my breasts laden with tumours and falling off as soon as the machine pressed down. That it was a week and a day since the nasty little growth was removed form my right breast, didn't help my imaginings. After all, I've friends who believe in the evil eye if someone thinks that they are too happy about something, the evil eye will zap them -- and overall I found my cancer such an easy thing to go through compared to others, I was sure I'd be punished for being too smug.

The waiting room had this beautiful tree. The mammo and ecto both showed beautiful healthy breasts. Life is beautiful.

I found myself singing "if you're happy and you know it clap your hands" under my breath as I walked from La Maternité HUG where the tests were taken. And to second my happy mood I found a post it on the transportation ticket seller, saying, "Fall in Love with Life" in French.

I have, I have!!!