Thursday, March 29, 2012
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|Mission Impossible (1996) Paramount Pictures|
She would take my boob out as I dangle and they would clamp down with the big metal vice, turn it until I screamed in pain or my nipples blew out and then take the xray. Or maybe they would have a guillotine style bookend deal going on and you'd stick your boob in there, the tech would run behind a bulletproof screen, push a button and the 50 lb. metal slab would drop and my breast would pop and the Mr would light a candle. Thankfully neither of these scenarios were close to the way it actually went.
The tech felt me up for symmetry then put the left hooter onto the slab. Just above it was a plastic piece that did the alleged smooshing. Actually this is the exact model that they used:
|Women's Imagine Specialists of America website|
She said she was going to give the screenshots to the doctor and she'd be in to talk to me. Oh! You mean I don't have to wait for a week totally freaking out wondering if they found something? Score! They brought the Mr back as I sat in my glorious Brawny gown. The doctor came out and said I had a completely clean bill of health and there was no reason to do the ultrasound they booked just in case. She said I'm good to go until I'm the big 4-0 and unless there's any kind of change or pain, she'd see me then. I cannot begin to tell you the relief I had when she told me that. I was never worried about the actual mammogram itself, I was worried about the possibility of there being something wrong. I am so grateful that I have a clean bill of health, that my boobs didn't explode or deflate like the cartoons elude to, that I wasn't tender afterward, that I had the courage to do it because I know there are many out there who don't because they're afraid of what could be found and that I have a Mr who goes with me to all of my lady appointments even if it's just to give moral support from the waiting room. So for anyone who has heard horror stories and is putting it off because of that, I can tell you if you have a B cup or above, you're good to go. I've heard it can be a little more uncomfortable for an A cup but not by much.
Afterward, I felt like doing a little "trauma shopping" so I picked up some food bloggie stuff. A few people who knew I was doing that wanted to see what I bought so here's the haul:
I got the plate and milk glass at Anthropologie and the other stuff from Sur La Table's sale section. The Mr dutifully tagged along and when I offered to go to one of his man stores he said "no today is your trauma shopping day." Man, I love him!
Have you had a mammogram? What tips would you give for those who haven't had one yet or if you haven't had one, what would you want to know going in?
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