Yesterday I had one of those ooky female medical exams, part of my first yearly physical with the VA. During the breast exam, the doc found some “density” along the outer side of my left breast. She asked if I had a mammogram scheduled. I do, in mid-May.
“No,” she said, “it has to be sooner. I’ll fix that.”
The “density” in my breast could be nothing, she said, so I shouldn’t worry. While I was digesting that, she looked at my blood test results and informed me that I’m diabetic.
I believe that’s called a “one-two” punch.