In love with my Radiologist

I don't take this for granted because a friend is starting chemo tomorrow. It's not breast cancer but still, this menace has come toooo close tooooo many times.

The nurse says she doesn't see that many women "my age". I was surprised. "Well, when do you recommend they start having these?" "Oh, not till after age 30..."

This chick has just made my day.

"Um, I'm 43..."
"Okay, you're starting now..."
I hated to tell her that I've been having these boob-squeezing jobs for awhile now but who needs my life history??

So the doctor calls me in. I think he recognizes me. I remind him "You're the reason why I had my daughter here at Adassa" and then launch into the recount of how they were going to send me to the main hospital here (Hautepierre) which would have been fine if there were something wrong. There was nothing wrong with her. They just couldn't count. Adassa wont deliver before 36 weeks. I had her one day short, they had her at 35 weeks. I was ready to set up camp and our compromise was...Dr. Nguyen! (whom I knew because of a previous mamogram).

Over the years, I see his daughers' pictures getting older and older. I also like checking out his travel shots in the hallway. Once I pointed out Ankor Wat. Too bad I never visited...He laughed, "well finally, at least someone recognizes it..."

So I arrived in his office in early December 2001 and in between sobs I'm all "...they...want...to...send...me..." He's all calm. "Let's look at this baby". Then I told him today "You said she was going to be three kilos"
"And what was she??"
"Two...point...ninty-five!!" He laughed. Pretty good weight guessing. Not a skill that would make him so popular with other women but in this case...

So I we were chatting. He got me all interested in this story about his brother at Mayo Clinic in Arizona, which I didn't realize existed, so he had to explain that... Big love story about his brother and this girl being sent to different countries, staying in contact for 10 years, finally he moves out there, redoes all his exams in yet-another language (this guy also went to med school in France). I was so into it, I didn't pay attention to the ultrasound he's doing on my boobs...

So finally, after my Clean Bill of Health, we get down to the "how often" question. I don't have a history. A cousin died in the 1970's but that's no longer considered a risk. My fibrous breasts aren't either (both in doubt twenty years ago but cleared now). I explained the high rate of breast cancer where I'm from (not making this up, SF Bay Area is!) and he said, okay, we can do it every two, instead of three years. If you're worried...Worried? I just wanted to hear more of his stories!