It's one of those crazy days with back-to-back places to be. Every one of them a privilege except this first one, waiting with a room full of women in line for our mammograms. Two husbands are here along with the elderly father of a mentally handicapped woman my age or older. Wearing earbuds and house slippers, she pretends not to hear her name called. Her dad pats her arm and she snarls. We smile privately grateful to be spoken for. She shuffles away and my name is called next.
The scan takes less than 5 minutes and is not terrible for those who don't mind having body parts squeezed like lemons for lemonade. Each in turn we file back through the waiting room past the dad who will wait longer than most and all the women who came later. Our connectedness is palatable, hoping for ourselves and each other to get another year's pass. Another 12 months not to think about it but knowing that a handful a week will be summoned back by phone call or letter, "Nothing to worry about but we'd like another look see." A handful must always be chosen and we know it. So we sit in the waiting room practically holding hands, each wanting the best for all all the others.
Turned loose my day proceeds. Lunch with my son, a birthday party at the nursing home, deacons meeting and Vacation Bible School - reminding me that chosen or not my life is rich, rich, rich.
- peace and prayers, pastor annette