Fear, and frivolity followed on fear, that was my day.
This morning at nine I was at the hospital for a mammographic. Each year I must have one. It is routine, but still, these appointments serve a goal, something might be wrong. When it was finished and I was putting on my clothes, suddenly the nurse came in and said: “Did you have cysts on both sides?’.
“Oh no, there is something wrong”, I thought immediately.
“It is not on the form,” she said.
That did not reassure me. Scared I went to the waiting room. Leafing through a magazine titled “Beautiful Homes” I thought about my husband and daughter, about the happy family card I pulled yesterday, and how I would cope if there was something wrong. There was not. After ten minutes of waiting I was sent home. Extremely relieved.
A few hours later Margreet, friend and neighbor called: if I would buy underwear from Bjorn Borg or Diesel for a present in the name of Saint Nicolas for a friend of hers. In Holland underwear from Bjorn Borg and Diesel is very fashionable, but not something that would come into my mind to buy. So this was what I did this afternoon. I went for some real frivolous shopping.