It's cold and gray outside, typical February morning. My appointment was not until 02:30. waiting is making me worried! In the shower I frantically start doing self-breast exam and begin to worry if everything is normal, that lump there last month? I'm wearing, it was 12:30 p.m. I run a few errands around town and find myself forgetting simple things like: my cell phone and coffee on the counter at Wawa. I desperately need some more caffeine. I'm starting to sweat and I'm not wearing any deodorant. I play around on the computer till 2:05. It is time for the holidays, the wind blowing the car door against my shoulder, ouch! I arrive at the Brick Imaging Center at 2:20.
receptionists' were very friendly. Everyone at the center appeared warm with sweet dispositions. I filled out the paperwork with a pen in the shape of roses. More sweetness! Further, I am greeted by my technician, a person who is in a few short minutes will be lifting, moving and pressing my breasts on a plate. I'm lead through two curtains pseudo dressing room where I undress and re-dress poncho split up front and split a little more on the side. Glad I was wearing my "big " jeans for the occasion! Now the wait .... There are two other women in the room with me dressed in pastel capes with pocketbook swung over their hands. After just five minutes can not complain out loud in my robed comrades: "Man, how long must we wait to hear"? I realized at that moment was just a few minutes. I think I can not stand the silence. I started to get into a good Ladies Home Journal article on cheating spouses when I hear "Ms. Turnbach, come with me. " (Hold on a minute, it dawned on me this is the second time since I arrived I called Mrs. Turnbach, they have to keep reminding me how old I am and I'm here for a mammogram!)
Test:
Test:
Back in the waiting room ...
I open a Christmas issue of Redbook and WA-LA! before and after pictures of a lady, with thin gray hair, with the reverse boob (oops, I thought Bob, I will leave that slip) I rip a picture of what her name because of similarities. I'm still in my super hero cape! Wait wait ... wait another 20 minutes. "Ms. Turnbach" (I used to be called by my name in al this time, "Yess!" Come with me, "We step into the room and I'm barely through the door before the nurse tells." Everything is OK , you have healthy breast tissue, we'll see you back ... (Is she kidding? OK? I went through all that and I'm good, this is surreal, I was prepared for the worst, hair loss, reconstruction, if necessary, buying everything with pink on it when he walks?) In five years at the age of 40, 35 is just the baseline. Then after 40 years to once a year, okay, "I answered with a big," OK, OK "yippee, I trot back to the dressing room / waiting room. There was some baby powder I took advantage because you have a test with no deodorant or perfume. Dressed, my black Coach bag dusted the powder, I leave the office, but not before finding Miss a good person to her picture Redbook model. She seemed to genuinely appreciate the gesture and said that the May just get the nerve to try a new style one day. Then he asked me if I cut hair? "No, "he said.
Off I go ... back to my truck I felt dizzy ... Where do I go? Hey, who cares, I do not have cancer, thank God! Thank God!
of breast cancer awareness has grown significantly over the past few years. In 2007, 32 million U.S. dollars increased by Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Perhaps all this awareness has frightened some women believe, I could have breast cancer. This May or May not be the case. best detection of this potentially fatal illness and life changes mammogram! So GO! GO each year, do not wait, there is nothing to be worried, see
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