getting a mammogram

Really I am so thankful that we have modern medicine with tests like a mammogram. So many women have found an early cancer that way and their lives were saved. However, I DREAD and HATE having that annual smashing event. In fact, in my case, it isn't quite annual since I usually take a little additional time to psych myself into it. This year I was due for the mammogram in July, and I am having it next week. Not too bad! Usually I start worrying the month it is due, then wonder if I am hearing more about breast cancer- and if that is a warning from above- then I put a note to myself every day to make the appointment, and finally I do it. I have a week or so to really get worried after making the appointment which requires me to do a breast check every day, several times a day.

This year I am trying a new place for the mammogram. I told my doctor that I couldn't stand being in there for hours, so he is sending me to a more private place in Cool Springs, fortunately associated with Vanderbilt. Yesterday, I went to pick up my previous mammograms from Baptist Hosp. It is upsetting me seeing that big green envelope sitting on my desk. I wouldn't open it for anything.

Here is why I hate getting a mammogram other than the worrying part of possibly having something wrong.
First of all, you have to take off your bra and top, then put on a hospital gown- tied in front. This means you have to clutch it closed all the time. The ties are at least a foot apart. You are also required to remove your deoderant so that the metallic salts (aluminum) won't interfere with the test. So, you sweat and feel like maybe you could be getting stinky.

Next you go into a room of women just like you all clutching their gowns and looking terrified. One by one names are called and off they go. Finally, it is your turn. A new indignity! They tape BBs to your nipples to "identify" them. The technician then proceeds to place you in impossible positions and smashing your breasts WAY flatter than you thought humanly possible. It strongly resembles some form of torture.

The following step is that you go into another room (BBs intact) to wait and see if you need more tests. Everyone knows that if you get called back again that it is bad news. Sure the tech may say it was fuzzy or something, but still that is not good. Finally, finally, you are released to spray on my deoderant, remove your BBs, and dress. Now all you have to do is wait for some radiologist to finally get around to looking at your mammogram, send a report to your doctor, and then have him or her mail an all clear, or God forbid, call you with bad news.

I'll do it, but I think there should be a better way.