Nothing like getting up before dawn in order to have body parts squished. I think if this was how they tested for testicular cancer, somebody would come up with a better plan. At least I wasn't tortured, the way I was during my first mammogram so many years ago. Nothing was different from the usual today except for the little "pasties" that I had not been given before. Too bad I couldn't wear them home to make the hubbie laugh till he wet himself.
There has never been any breast cancer in my family, other than hearsay about my grandmother's mother who supposedly was gored in the breast by a mean-spirited bovine and wound up having a mastectomy. Hard to imagine how primitive that kind of surgery must have been back then. My husband's mother has now celebrated about six years since her mastectomy, and I think she's only recently become aware of how many options she had that she didn't take or even get told about. Her doctor didn't even tell her she could have reconstructive surgery. Why? Did he think she was too "old" to want to have a balanced body? She hates the inserts and special bra she has to wear, so most of the time, she goes around the house au naturel. Can't say I blame her. She's not a large woman (I hesitate to say she was flat-chested even before the surgery, but pretty darned close).
Anyway, now that's something else I get to wait to hear about. Of course, if something happened to show up on the mammography, they'd give me a call and hustle me down to the bigger facility downtown. But I don't expect anything other than the usual postcard with the usual "all okay" on it. Or something to that effect.
Now it is definitely time for a nap. Dr. S.
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