Yep! I am 39 and went for my first mammogram yesterday. I have been having pain in my right breast for over two years now. I was thinking yea, it will be just my luck. I have been vain and proud of my DD's for too long - I probably have it! "It" being the fear, we all know, the wonder..do I have it? Will I have it? What if I have to have a breast removed. Cancer. That horribly frightening word. The word none of us ever want to say, let alone have.
I went alone. Hubby was out of town. The people who work there all are wonderful. They try to be very private and gentle. Yet, it is one of the coldest, impersonal frightening things that I have ever been through. It felt very odd to have some young woman molding, squishing and flattening my breasts out onto the slab that they take the picture on.I have her little finger prints all over them (whoa, like that has never happened before right?) Well, not a woman's anyway...
She would take a view, show it to the Dr. to make sure it was a good view. Take another...The worst part was having her heave my implant up and then take my natural breast and pinch it onto the slide. I have never seen my breasts looking so odd!I have it! I know I have it was all I kept thinking that is why she keeps leaving. They want to be sure. That is the part that sucks. Them leaving you there, all by yourself, while they look. While they scan your breasts for the decision that will forever change your life, or not.
Twenty minutes later she squished back in the door, just like she had squished my breast and announced that I was fine. No cancer. That's it? My life handed back to me in seconds? Thank God!What a horrible feeling....As I rushed back to the wating area, I noticed two other women waiting. They had not had their boob squished yet. They did not know....Shit! I could not even look them in the eye. What if their results were not the same as mine? What if, that afternoon, their lives were going to change forever? Or, that they might not live to see next summer.....I guess I should have smiled. :sad:
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I have her little finger prints all over them (whoa, like that has never happened before right?) Well, not a woman's anyway...
I have it! I know I have it was all I kept thinking that is why she keeps leaving. They want to be sure. That is the part that sucks. Them leaving you there, all by yourself, while they look. While they scan your breasts for the decision that will forever change your life, or not.
What a horrible feeling....As I rushed back to the wating area, I noticed two other women waiting. They had not had their boob squished yet. They did not know....Shit! I could not even look them in the eye. What if their results were not the same as mine? What if, that afternoon, their lives were going to change forever? Or, that they might not live to see next summer.....I guess I should have smiled. :sad:
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