Let’s Talk about My Boobs

042514_meme-ogramWait What?  You thought I was going to blog today about our killer Halloween costumes?  Come back tomorrow and I promise you Halloween details galore.  Today we talk boobies.Ding Dong, 40 years old at the door. Time for your mammogram!

After my appointment was scheduled “they” decide you can maybe, sorta, start at 45.  Dr. Kelly, said otherwise,   “Keep the appointment.”

And so I did.  This morning after my shower I didn’t put on lotion, deodorant, or powder. ( I did stick a cancer stick of deodorant in my bag for later- look I can’t be stinky.  )

I was nervous.  I had heard stories of smushed boobs. I envisioned my breasts being crushed by an Anvil a la Wile E. Coyote.


My breast is the Road Runner in this image.

Turns out, it really isn’t a big deal.  As in I would rather get a mammogram then get X-rays at the dentist. Seriously.

Now look, there was some smushing, but it didn’t hurt and it was super quick.

If you are over 40, make the appointment.

P.S. wear pants to the appointment.  I wore a dress and basically that created an awkward situation where they had to fashion a skirt out of a gown for me.

P.S.S. Don’t be married to a handsome local celebrity.  “Are you Dr. Kelly’s wife?  I thought so. I have taken your blood before…” (I am sure I was a wuss and now that is being relayed around the whole radiology center)



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  1. Dawn
    November 11th, 2015 at 21:04 | #1

    OH Heather, Vicki prepared me by telling me to take plenty of Advil, Tylenol, or some sort of pain killer well before due to the pain. When I mentioned it to my doctor, she almost laughed. The pain was a bit more intense for me.

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