You gotta love your girls
I took my girls to get their first mammogram. I lifted them onto the x-ray table and let Ruth, the boob technician, put my girls in a vise and squish away. Sure, it was a bit uncomfortable, but it wasn’t awful. Maybe my girls were having a particularly good day, but they did just fine. No fuss, no muss. I’ve tried on bras that are more constricting than this! I told Ruth I’d spread the word to all my girlfriends not to be afraid of the MG and to make an appointment toute suite.
I’ve tried on bras more constricting than this.
When I turned thirty, I tried to get a mammogram and my doctor said I wasn’t ready. “Wait five years,” she said. I was convinced that three decades on the planet qualified me for every life or death test in the book and I insisted on getting poked and probed. My philosophy is that if insurance will pay for it, why not take a look around? Well, my Doc wouldn’t inspect the girls, but I was allowed a sonogram (my liver is beautiful, apparently) a cholesterol and blood test (Hep C, HPV and HIV) and a colonoscopy. Yes, I elected to do this. Paranoid? Maybe. Healthy? Yes.
After my mammogram last week, I met some of my favorite ladies for wine and tastys. I’m the oldest one in this bunch (I believe I’m the first to have my pancakes pressed) and I told them in my best sage voice about my latest “rite of passage.” Usually, I shrink from confessing my age, but I sat up tall with my 34-B’s and ordered more Pinot. We made a toast to all the girls at the table.
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I had my first mammogram this year as well. Everyone except my mom has had breast cancer.
Ironically, despite pregnancy ultrasounds, labwork and a D&C, the mammogram was what wound up costing me the most out of pocket expense.
Go figure.
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Wow. That’s some scary stuff, Erin. I’m meeting more and more women who have this gene in their family history and I’m so glad we are talking about it. Thanks for sharin.
IR
Well done you Izzy… still ladies, carry on doing your breast checks every month as well, better still, teach your man how do inspect your “girls”, and have some fun whilst doing it too, who should know your girls better than him? I am fortunate enough not to have lost 2 dear friends to the vile disease that is breast cancer, one of them lost a breast, one of them lost part of her breast.
Catch it early is the key.
Whilst we’re at checking our health, lets all have a bone density scan done too, while we’re still young enough to make a difference to the out come. Calcium and high impact exercise..
You’re so young! I’m ten years into the mamo’s.
P.S. I was talking about you last week, calling you Izzy Rose and was getting a puzzled look from our mutual friend who knows you by your real name. I realized that I should live in either the pretend world or the real world, but not both at the same time.
I live in both worlds and sometimes forget which is which. It’s a fine line.
I understand you’ve been working for the green brigade and been meaning to follow up.
IR
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