Everything looks great.
These are the three magic words I've been waiting to hear. My radiologist smiles when he says them. I want to kiss him, I've met this man twice in my life and I want to throw my arms around him. I think I might faint, the good news has made my knees go weak. I don't fall over and I don't behave inappropriately with the doctor, I smile and say thank you and stagger back to the changing room where I let the relief wash over me. Maybe tonight, I'll sleep. The letter reminding me that it was time for my mammogram came two weeks ago and I haven't slept past 3:30 since.