
The Mammomat
Yesterday, I subjected my rack to the Mammomat.
It was a cold, mashy experience, but absolutely critical. I am adopted, and thus have no idea if breast cancer (or anything else) runs in my family. So I check these things on a regular basis.
For those of you who need to do this too, I assure you that it doesn’t hurt. It is weird and uncomfortable, but not painful.
I signed the consent form to have Memorial call me with the results. And they called this morning at 9:30 and left a message — a message I checked during the break between classes.
“There is one area on the left we need to take some special views of …”
Uh oh.
So I went back in this afternoon, delaying my admission trip to Charleston by about two hours.
They fit me in to a busy afternoon schedule, which actually worried me more. My friend Sarah (of Thrift Sale bagging fame) saw me driving behind her on the Memorial campus, and stopped what she was doing to hang out with me. So that was nice.
I communed again with the Mammomat. More extensive mashing and pressing and it was over.
It turns out that everything is fine. No “C.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and hit the road.
Everyone always talks about how it hurts but I’ve had one every year since I was 35 and it’s never been painful….just uncomfortable in my ribs. My mom who is a nurse says it’s more painful for the folks with little boobies since they have less to lay on the table. I have what’s termed “dense breast tissue” so sometimes they have to take extra pics. I wish I actually had an abundance of breast tissue instead. At least it’s over for another year!
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yeah, those of us younger folk… and i’m speaking for kristin and my friend jordan, who have been subjected to mammograms in their late 20s, early 30s… who ALSO have small boobs, say that it hurts like HELL.
so here’s to hoping i won’t have to get one for another 10 years and yay for you not having the big C!
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