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A Rite of Passage

Monday, 29 November 2010

I am on the precipice.
With my 30’s quickly drawing to a close.
My best years yet to come.
And so I spent part of my morning in a robe that opened in the front.
Still dressed from the waist down.
Momentary discomfort,
A base-line “portrait”
Of the breasts that have nourished my babies.

Thank You, God, for technology.
For health insurance.
For gentle hands.

For life.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Monday, 29 November 2010 10:53 pm

    Good for you! (By the way, a great cartoon.)

    • Frume Sarah permalink*
      Tuesday, 30 November 2010 7:39 pm

      Thanks. It’s a copy of the one that has been hanging on my parents’ fridge for years.

      Now I get it.

  2. Shellie Halprin permalink
    Tuesday, 30 November 2010 12:16 am

    I had a very similar experience when I had my first mammogram (just a few short years ago). I was a little nervous at what they might find, scared that the downside of having full breasts was having more space for a lump to hide. I feel very thankful for technology and good doctors.

    • Frume Sarah permalink*
      Tuesday, 30 November 2010 7:44 pm

      Oddly enough, I was not worried at all that they would find anything. I am crazy-regular about BSEs. So anything that it would have picked up would have been really, really small.

      And, in fact, report came back “normal.”

      Baruch HaShem.

  3. Tuesday, 30 November 2010 4:48 am


  4. Frume Sarah permalink*
    Tuesday, 30 November 2010 7:45 pm


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