I am sitting in the lobby right now of the Women’s Diagnostic Center, wishing I was in so many other places right now than the one I’m in: cleaning a toilet, fighting horsetail in the garden, paying bills….

Oh look, they have books here. You buy one and the money gets donated to a worthy cause. “The Help.” I’ve always wanted to read that. Anything to get my mind off this medical procedure.

“Maria Ann de Haan?”

Gulp. I grabbed “The Help,” plunked my $2.00 on the counter, and followed the nurse to the back.

It was all over very quickly. That’s what happens when you only have one real boob left.

My to-do list has now been updated. “Wait for results of mammogram. Get a grip, woman.”