Mammograms and Tapioca, something comforting about both.....

I know, I know you are thinking has she lost it with these late night ramblings, tapioca and mammograms in the same daily thought? 

Today was my semi annual mammogram.  Just routine, something you do for you, for your family and for the generations after you...I've been called "dense" on more than one occassion, thankfully they have always been referrring to my breasts.  You would think that is a good thing you know, perhaps making you a "D" instead of a "B or C", yet that's not how it works, it actually makes it harder to examine, they feel more like,  you guessed it, lumpy, tapioca pudding... 

Looking back on growing up (if you're 50 or older) do you remember the simmering of tapioca on the stove? Not the kind you pull off the grocery shelf with just a few "fish eggs" in a container of goop, but an actual, yellow, sweet, sticky, "full" of lumpy fish eggs pot of tapioca simmering on grandma's stove...ah, the memories of things that simmered on that stove.

As I am awaiting my results I think back on simplier times, when homes simmered of things like tapioca pudding, people sat on the front porch and chatted with neighbors and  they "wrote" letters to far away family members and dropped them in the mailbox...me, tonight I sit in the recliner, talking to people far and wide via the laptop and pulled the little tin foil lid from the container of no sugar added tapioca "goop"....

My mother had breast cancer, she was one of the lucky ones, she survived it at the time, diabetes and a broken heart also made for a challenging life....(a post for another time)

I know there are comforting times in tapioca and mammograms, they are the past and the future...a good way of measuring time doesn't stand still and we are alive.

*Remember to put your mammogram appointment in the smart phone and add some tapioca to the shopping list, app.......you'll be glad you did.