“Ag, shame”

Today, the (female) sonographer asked me when I’d had my surgery and then asked if I had kids.  I said nearly a year ago and no, no kids.   She said “ag, shame”, looked sad, and that was the end of that conversation.  Then the (male) radiologist came in, asked me how I was diagnosed, said well-done-you-for-asking-for-the-test and congratulated me on how well things had turned out.  Interesting.

Today was the six-monthly abdomen/pelvic ultrasound; part of my follow-up plan to ensure nothing nasty is going on in the liver/etc.  It’s not and all is well. Happy Monday!