Well, October was Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This month has special significance when you have been touched by breast cancer. We walked in the Race for the Cure, which is SUCH an amazing thing. To see the SEA of people all walking for an amazing cause. And, I got my first mammogram! The new hospital in Rockwall was offering $75 mammograms for the month of October. Technically my insurance won't cover a mammogram until I am 40, but that is CRAZY. How many women are being diagnosed with cancer younger, and younger. So, I spent my own money to have some peace of mind.
Wow what an experience. I took Renee with me, cause I needed some support. I checked in and sat in the waiting room for my name to be called. Renee and I giggled and chatted, and totally took my mind off of what was coming. In fact, we were planning a camping trip, so we spent our time planning meals and deciding who would bring what. All of a sudden we were struck by the significance of what was to come. Imagining what Gena must have gone through as she was preparing for her first mammogram, the one that would ultimatlely diagnose her with the cancer that would take her life.
I get called back into a room, and I am all of a sudden sweaty beyond belief. I am VERY aware that someone is about to be grabbing under my arms, and thinking "calm down, she can't grab sweaty boobs!".
She was VERY professional, and VERY kind, and I am so grateful for the way that she gently cared for me, I had told her the reason why I was there getting a mammogram so early and she took great care in putting me at ease.
I got naked from the waist up, and wiped OFF my deoderant according to instruction. (she wasn't aware of my previous problem obviously) Who knew that deoderant could show up like possible tumors on an X Ray? I put my paper gown on to open in front, and waited for the torture to begin.
You know all those stories you hear about how painful a mammogram is? Well, they are ALL true?? But, no big deal in light of what they can prevent. My new best friend re-entered the room. (although none of my friends have seen my boobs, this girl saw 'em and grabbed 'em ALL OVER!) She tells me to take one arm out of the gown, and prop it up on a clear plastic sheet, and then, oh so slowly it will proceed to squish my boob like a pancake. (although it is clear, I HIGHLY recommend that you DON'T look down) Then we have to do it from the side. The side view includes not only your breast tissue, but all of that fat under your arms too. (for all you skinny women who don't have that fat, they will find some, TRUST ME!) They cram all that in there too, and once again, oh so slowly squish it again!
REPEAT for the other side!
The nurse was sweet and gave me her direct phone number to call back that afternoon to get the preliminary report so that I would not have to wait a week for the letter that would come. Thank you!
After all that, I got dressed and went back to the waiting room to grab Renee and head outta there! As soon as I saw her, I immediately started to break down a bit. Partly laughing about the ordeal that I had been through, and knowing that she would be doing it soon, but also because I could relate for a SECOND to the fear that Gena must have felt waiting on news. I was sad that I was not there for her that day, I missed her tremendously all over again. I was thankful that my best friend was there with me.
I called back that afternoon to find that everything was clear, and I was fine. Now, at least I have a base line mammogram should anything happen down the line.