The doctor who recently read my mammogram films and maneuvered her ultrasound wand over every inch of my breasts could not find one darn thing wrong with anything in her view. I wasn't worried that she would -- but it's still a relief to know that for now, I am fine.

It was two years ago, November 19, when this exact doctor sent me for a biopsy of a mass her same ultrasound wand detected. She did not know at the time the mass was a cancerous tumor, but she did know it was suspicious enough for further investigation. And so she sent me on my worried way, and the result of my biopsy -- cancer -- cemented our life-long relationship as doctor and patient.

Every six months I see this doctor for a mammogram and ultrasound. And when I find myself freaking out about something breast-related, I call her and she fits me into her busy schedule. I know she is there for me when I need her. And she knows I will always be there for her -- every six months and sometimes in between.

While I really like my doctor, I do hope I don't see her until May 15 when I report for my next mammogram appointment -- because with our kind of relationship, less is truly more.