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chart. “If you did, we’ll have it. We’re converting all of our records over to the computer this summer. Next year when you come, I’ll have a laptop and hopefully I’ll know how to use it.”
    “I know what you mean.” Laney nodded in agreement. “The school’s doing the same thing with report cards. It’s supposed to be simple and user-friendly, but I’m pretty clueless when it comes to technology. I can barely figure out my iPhone, but Asher uses it like a pro.”
    Martha chuckled. “My grandson is the same way! I think babies are born knowing how to use iPhones. When they come out of the womb, their little fingers just naturally know how to sweep across the screen.”
    Laney laughed, knowing it was true.
    They went into an exam room, and Martha took her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, reviewed her meds and daily supplements, and handed her a soft, cotton robe and a paper skirt. “You know the drill—open in front, everything but your socks.”
    “No more paper robes?” Laney asked, feigning dismay.
    “Nope.” Martha smiled. “Everyone hated ’em!”
    “Are you kidding? I loved those crinkly, stark-white, gaping-open fashion statements!”
    As Martha closed the door she said, “Dr. Jamison will be right in. You’re her last patient.”
    Laney undressed, slipped on the robe, and scooted awkwardly onto the paper-covered exam table while trying to keep the robe closed. She wondered why they even bothered with a robe? Everything ended up exposed anyway. She sat on the end of the table, feeling chilled, and eyed the metal stirrups. This was definitely her least favorite appointment of the year. She dreaded it—it was worse than getting a tooth pulled. At least then, you were dressed! You’d think she’d be used to it after five pregnancies. But no, she wasn’t. The sooner it was over, the better!
    There was a soft knock, and Dr. Jamison peered around the door. “Hey, Laney.”
    “Hi, Dr, Jamison.” Laney said. She couldn’t help but smile. Johanna Jamison was one of her favorite people . . . and a wonderful doctor. Her bedside manner was kind and caring, and she had completely mastered the art of chatting during an exam, keeping her patients’ minds off what was really happening.
    She swept into the room. “How are my handsome young men?”
    “They’re all fine,” Laney said with a smile. “I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that E’s twenty-one.”
    “Nooo! Has it been that long? He was one of my very first deliveries. In fact, he was so easy he made me think I’d wasted a lot of money on medical school!”
    Laney laughed as Dr. Jamison motioned for her to lie back. Laney closed her eyes and focused on the funny story Dr. Jamison was telling about the new rooster they had who thought dawn was at three in the morning, and before she knew it, the worst was over.
    “Are you doing regular exams?”
    Laney nodded, moving her arm over her head and watching Dr. Jamison’s expression as she methodically checked her breasts. Without saying anything, she stepped away to look at Laney’s recent mammogram, and then gently touched a spot on the outer curve of her right breast again. “You’ve always had dense breast tissue, Laney,” she said, “and that makes exams a bit more challenging. I think I’d like you to have an ultrasound this year.”
    “Is something wrong?”
    Dr. Jamison covered her up and smiled reassuringly. “It’s just a precaution. Lots of women have dense breast tissue. You can sit up.” She consulted her chart. “Martha said you’ve been feeling tired . . .”
    Laney nodded. “I don’t seem to have the same energy I once had, but I’ve been so busy at school . . . and with the boys. I just attributed it to getting older.”
    Dr. Jamison nodded. “You are getting older, my dear. But you’re far from old, so I’d like to get some blood work too.” She scribbled out some prescriptions and handed them to her. “Etty can set everything up