Completely Benign

Those are the magic words we heard at the surgeon's office this morning.

Not that we were expecting anything untoward in the pathology report from my salpingo-oophorectomy. After all, it was a prophylactic procedure.

But hey, we've been burned before.

In fact, late last night, when Zach got home from work, it dawned on me that the burning tends to happen when I unthinkingly go to a doctor's appointment by myself.

And Zach wasn't supposed to come with me this morning. He was supposed to be doing one of the Zillion Things That Must Be Done If We Are Ever to Have a Kitchen in Phoenicia.

But then I remembered the correlation between bad news and unaccompanied visits to doctors' offices. And I asked him to come.

I'm not the superstitious type, usually.

But this time around, I really, really didn't want to chance it.