Return of the Orange You-Know-Whats

I broke out the orange panties on Thursday for my first West Coast mammogram. The technician gave me the good news right away:

Everything looks normal.

For the record, those are some of my favorite words.

I'd gotten lucky when I called for the appointment the previous week. There's usually a three- to four-month wait, the scheduler told me. But, he said, there had been a cancellation.

I have to guess that hearing I was a two-time breast cancer veteran made the guy try that much harder to squeeze me in, and for that I'm grateful.

Out here, in the land of the velvet rope and the red carpet, it's nice to know that someone thinks I'm a VIP.