“The truth of the story lies in the details.”
~ Paul Auster
Sorry. I couldn’t resist. When else would I get to shout ‘Boobs!’ as a title for a blog post?
Because today, dear readers, it’s all about boobs. My boobs.
Today is mammogram and ultrasound day as my very thorough specialist ticks every single thing on his rather big checklist in my lead-up to surgery.
Although, to be honest, like all the other tests I’ve done thus far I don’t expect it to be fun, or even comfortable.
So it’s boobs all morning for me.
Then a spot of lunch in the hospital cafe.
After which they will look at my heart, which means more boob action really…
I’ll be quite busy while all the medical technicians and doctors are doing their thing.
I’m carrying around a snippet of my memoir in my head that needs some editing. It’s a wild space in the Kimberley where my aboriginal aunties took me once, so that they could show me a special little bird. As the hospital machines click and beep, and things are done to my surrendered body, I’ll be focusing in on the landscape of my mind, doing my best to remember in vivid detail the smell of the dust and the heat of the sun so bright in the sky that I could only squint beneath the brim of my broad hat. I’ll think about the wonder of this hidden place my aunties showed me. The way we left our vehicle and walked single file along the track to find it. The way the sunlight sparked on the water in the creek. The steep cool rock walls and the lush green foliage. The chirruping calls and flash of wing. The way we all waded into the water in our clothes and sat down silently. All of us watching, watching and waiting. Waiting for the little bird to appear. That’s where I’ll be today. I’ll be back in time, someplace else, happy and safe, remembering.
I’m sure it will be a useful day all round.
Lots of love to you all,
Nicole ❤ xx