I was scheduled to repeat the mammogram episode on September 14th, 2012.
September 14th came quickly. The secretary asked if I took the day off of school.
“We have 4-day school weeks, we don’t have school on Fridays.”
Her jealousy was evident. Everyone dreams of 4-day work weeks, 3-day work weeks. . . . I filled out my forms, answered my questions and waited my turn.
This mammogram was much like the first one except for a few things. They didn’t make me watch the video and the ladies were much less personable. The first lady, the one who did my physical exam felt the need to point out that I was the same age as her daughter. I heard, “My daughter doesn’t get mammograms, what the hell are YOU doing here.”
The second lady needed no interpretation. She informed me I was young to be getting a mammogram, she was surprised this was my second, she proudly exclaimed, “I haven’t had a mammogram in 2 years. I have a friend who has never had one, she just believes she won’t get cancer. This is a lot a radiation to put into your body if you start at this age.”
WOW! Last year, I was so proud of myself for obeying my doctor. Thanks to these technicians, I was ready to call my doctor and ask, “Are you sure I should be doing this every year, perhaps it would be better if I went every other year?” After I got home I realized I should have told that lady that I was obeying my doctor who knows infinitely more than you. I don’t ever think of those things in the moment. I felt miserable when I left and it had nothing to do with the dough kneading. At least I didn’t have to do this again for another year.
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