Post op night

  A few weeks ago I shared with you my first mammogram experience.   Veterans Day November 11, 2015 a little less than 2 months before my 40th birthday.  40 the year the doctors want you to get your mammograms.

  I asked to go sooner for a number of reasons. Lol, the first one was not because my aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer a few years ago or that my grandmother whom died when I was a small child had it too or even that my father past a few years ago with cancer.

  Nope, it was because my insurance was paid up and I wouldn't have to spend money.  Stupid or smart of me I am not sure but either way I received a repeat mammogram followed by an ultrasound.  I then got a consult with a very witty doctor whom who put me right at ease.  Whom I am meeting again at 0630 tomorrow.

  Tomorrow I am having a minor surgery.  Call it a biopsy, call it surgery either way I will be asleep for a procedure that will be extracting a piece of me to further examine.
  I am not telling you my business to make you feel sorry for me or my family but for you yourself to be aware of your own health.  Check yourself and have you doctor check you. Get your mammograms on schedule or sooner if you can.

  Thank you for reading! All positive thoughts are appreciated!

Cancer Sucks

 Ta-ta's!  Boobies!  Hooters!  We dress them in fine attire. We hold them up and take great pride in their presentation.

However a breast by any other name is still a breast!

   I am almost to a number in age that makes me an adult.  No turning back.  20's you are learning the world. 30's you are learning your home and family. 40's you haven't quite learned everything but you can function and are expected to function independently.  Currently 40 is also the magic number for women to start getting mammograms.

  I am just shy of the big 4-0 and have jumped into the mammogram world.  I went to my first one today.  We all know once you start it doesn't stop but I am hoping for a pleasant journey in my mammogram experience.  I have that cancer blemish in my family to include breast cancer.  So I'm stepping up to be proactive in the situation.

  I was fortunate with the being able to obtain an appointment the next day of scheduling.  This reduced my anxiety tremendously.  So on my Veterans Day I got my first test.  This will be easy to remember every year.

  Now I remember all the horror stories I heard.  How you are squeezed to death.  So close to crying. The pain is unbearable.  The stories I heard still ring in my ears!  I can't tell you who and where I heard the stories but they played over in my head.

Be hold the headquarters for the next 15 minutes or so.  The command station!  Stand still, head up lean to the right, hand at your side, hold here and breath normal.

Bottom line, I survived.  It wasn't even that uncomfortable pressure wise as much as it was to stay still.  I did ask her if times had changed from the "painful" days and she said yes.  Machines have improved, tension and pressure are not what they use to be.   My experience really wasn't that bad.  I had so much fun I'm eagerly looking forward to my 2nd diagnostic on this coming Monday because one side apparently wasn't as cooperative.

Go ahead ladies! Get out there and take care of the girls! If you take care of them, they will take care of you!