Today was a tough day blessed with a couple of knitting angels.
Mammogram booked for my annoying right breast that insists on testing my mental stability by regularly developing lumps.... Mum died many moons ago from breast cancer, and (unreasonably or not) it is my biggest fear - I despise going into the hospital (so many sad associations) and just get so very worked up!
Checked into the clinic which was lovely and quiet - 2 other worried women sat with me waiting to be called. I dig into my bag and produce my needles, with a very easy, no thought needed child's jumper in progress... Both ladies then smiled and produced their projects (including a pair of socks). Immediately the atmosphere changed. No longer were we three women sharing a sense of fear for what was going to happen -we were 3 knitters... Confessing the extent of our stash (and sharing stories of where we hide our wool from our DHs), sharing tips to overcome 2nd sock syndrome and comparing wool, wool shops and websites etc....
All too soon the radiologist appeared to call us in.... she wanted to know which of us was the patient and would the 2 friends like to come through also!