Yesterday was a rite of passage for me. I have turned 40 and the time has finally come.....the dreaded mammogram. I was a little nervous. I had heard the horror stories of not being able to wear powder or deodorant before hand, the humiliation of having someone adjust your breast into the just right position, and the pain of smushing your once rounded boobs into pancakes. You know what? It really wasn't bad at all. I knew the tech taking care of me and that made me feel so much more comfortable. Being a nurse used to nudity, the getting topless and wearing the pink SuperWoman cape didn't bother me much, as there is no room for modesty in the hospital. I do have to admit though, my heart was beating pretty fast when she lowered the plate down the first time. But to my surprise, it didn't hurt at all. I was like "Ok, I can do this." And I did. It was fast and painless. I can proudly say I have joined the ranks of millions of women who undergo this rite of passage every year--I have gotten my mammogram.
