Apparently, the only action I’m going to get on my newly shaping (and starting to look rather HOT) body…is from a Mammography machine.
Being that my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer just two years ago at age 56 I felt the need to get my first Mammo done. Granted, I’m only 36 ½ and usually these tests aren’t done until age 40 but now that Breast Cancer is in my close family, I wanted to just get it done. So, yesterday afternoon, that is what I was getting done. Along with some ultrasounds to check up on a 2009 diagnosis I recieved of Enlarged Ovaries.
I won’t go into the details. I’m sure everyone is aware that it’s just a smushing of the breast at different angles to get a good image. All in all, it wasn’t really that bad nor did it hurt to tremendously.
What I did find interesting is that my boob was just flopped onto a glass slab then mushed all around and I just wanted to giggle the whole time! Why? Because the last time my chest had been “fondled” like that was about 9 years ago!
I’m giggling now!
But in all seriousness, these Mammo’s are so important in detecting Breast Cancer. I just can’t believe that I’m already at the age to be having one, even if a bit early.