Flashback: The Mammogram and Ultrasound

I had the mammogram and the first ultrasound done during the same appointment, so I’ll talk about them together. They actually took place the morning of the biopsy, even though I already posted about the biopsy. So I’m a little out of order, but we’re almost up to date so it’s all good!

When I arrived for the mammogram, I filled out the paperwork and somewhere along the way was told that mammograms weren’t as bad as they used to be and as their made out to be. I thought, “OK, cool. I wasn’t really looking forward to my boobs being smashed like a panini.”

Ha.

It was TOTALLY like a panini press.

I have to give the tech credit, because she handled it—me, ha—like a pro. I don’t know that I could do that…manipulate someone else’s boobs into assorted contraptions. She was really great.

The left side wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t terrible. The right side, where JP resides, eh. Remember I mentioned the tenderness? Well, as much as JP didn’t like me being all grabby-grabby with him, he liked the panini boob press even less. He was irritated, which meant I was irritated.

So the mammogram was a lot of awkward positioning, hands, and squishing.

After that, I went for the ultrasound. Less awkward positioning, more hands, and some gel. At least it was warm.

On a different note, the facility was nice. It’s called The Breast Care Center and it was all about the ta-tas, which, I think, made it a more relaxing experience. Something about being around a bunch of female patients when having boob stuff done was better than when I had to get the MRI in a mixed gender environment.

Girl power.

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