It’s That Time of Year

“Okay, now hold still, don’t move,” she said as she walked away from me.

Move? Ha. Yeah…um, I don’t think so. A significant part of me was currently painfully squished between the plates of the mammogram machine. I have one hand resting here, elbow out and up, another hanging down and twisted back, my shoulders are, um, ‘relaxed’. Moving sounded (and felt!) like a very bad idea. My eyes were averted, I really didn’t want to know what my breast looked like pressed out like that under plastic. There are some things best left unknown…unseen!!

I don’t dread my yearly screening mammogram, but I don’t love it either. As a woman with larger than normal breasts, it is just really really uncomfortable being handled like that, and then there is that underlying, slightly irrational, worry that parts of your breast just might fall off the far edge of the plate…it hasn’t happened…um, yet, but still…there are moving parts back there, I wouldn’t want things to get tangled up! Really. So, there is pain and there is humiliation. Good times.

Four x-ray’s and we are done. I give the girls a big apology hug “it’s for your own good…and I’m so sorry!!” Hopefully, it will be 12 more months before we have to do THAT again.

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