Soooooo…..there was an abnormal spot on my last mammogram.
I mentioned in an earlier blog that doctors had found a benign lump in my breast when I was 13–so the abnormal spot didn’t concern me much. But, of course, that meant going back for another round of breast mauling. This go around I got clamped in even tighter with the edges of the plates digging into my chest. At least the nurse apologized in advance this time.
But wait…that’s not all.
That round of spot compression mammography led to a round of ultrasound pics. Those I was used to since finding the lump, as I wasn’t old enough for a mammogram and that’s how they monitored Old Lumpy. And while I grateful that the gel was warm, there is something a little disconcerting about having a young woman squirt what’s essentially lube on my boob and poking around on it….unless you count getting re-lubed and poked by an old Asian woman (the radiologist felt the need to personally come look at the scan herself after I’d wiped the first set of goop off).
Anyway, while I’m glad to be proactive about my health, this round felt an awful lot like third base….and I’m gonna need jewelry if it needs to go any further than this.